The night before my birthday

- Anonymous

It was a night before my birthday;

Children are excited filled with joy,

Waiting for midnight celebrations at 12,

Waiting for Gifts and wishes that they will be showered with,

From their beloved once.

But for me it was different,

The day was tiring.

And the thought of next day was not giving me joy.

But a feeling sadness;

Yes, sadness that word had become a synonym for me since the past
few weeks;

And will be …… I guess forever.

Never knew that life will get so complicated and so messed up,

And my little sweet web series life will take its plot to tragedy.

That’s what life is….. You never know what’s next for you.

I returned home after my tiring classes,

1 hour for my birthday but still not excited.

I had no sleep in my eyes,

Tears were rolling down as usual,

These sleepless nights went remembering her,

The tears were not for the joy for my birthday,

But tears remembering her.

Remembering her Face,

Remembering her beauty,

Remembering her poetries,

Remembering her smile,

 Remembering her tears,

Remembering her love,

Remembering her kisses,

Remembering her.

That night just seeing old pictures and feeling her

through the pictures was not helping,

The restless mind wanted to see her,

The restless hands made me wake up,

And open the door and gates,

Leave the house and go for a midnight walk.

Yes I had been mad, I had been deranged.

Yes I was living in my dreams,

Yes I was hallucinating.

The restless legs brought me in front of the house she

lived in.

I stared through the room adjacent to the veranda.

The room where we had our first kiss,

The room where we both have cried,

The room where we both have laughed,

The room where we shared our secrets,

The room where we fought,

The room where we loved each other infinitely,

The room where we have memories of lifetime,

The room where she lived,

It struck 12 on my wristwatch.

I was crying,

I was lost in her memories.

I wanted a birthday gift.

Her Return.

But was that possible ?

Love is messed up.

Amor Omnia Vincit

I still believed in it.

And waited for her return

Crying on a deserted street

At 12 AM

On my birthday.

Yes it was my birthday.

It was my 17th Birthday.

Regreso Regreso Regreso

I beg you.