I went down the memory lanes,
To those places, I zoomed by,
In my fast driven vehicle, in and around those lanes,
As the picture of my life in front of my eyes zoomed by.
Was that my life, I am really seeing?
I asked myself this over and over again,
It seemed like a different life and a different being,
When did I ever became such a different person?
Is that what they call metamorphism?
I don’t know, will I ever see that life again?
Or did I loose it on my way to become this version of myself,
I feel petrified, every time I think about it.
I am not that same girl who had the wings,
Who like a butterfly, could never be still even for a minute,
Today, sits for hours together like a pillar,
Oh butterfly, when did you become the ugly moth?
Yes, I did not die a physical death,
As others still see it, I am alive,
But yet, I did die a death inside,
Where that butterfly girl is no more.
Visions criss cross over in my memory, of that life, I had lived,
Long ago, in another lifetime it seems now,
Could fate play a cruel game more in my life?
Making me a mere shadow of my past.
Life goes on still, I occupy myself in different things now,
Could the fate be a tad kinder to me, at least now,
By making me forget my yesterday and it’s effects,
Let me start a new chapter in my new Memoirs, for my next travel down the memory lane.