A cherished amnesia

I don’t remember her face. I don’t remember her gaze.

I don’t remember the beautiful way she smelt.

I don’t remember her smile. I don’t remember her touch.

I don’t remember how wonderful it felt.

I don’t remember the screams. I don’t remember the shouts.

I don’t remember the passionate fights we fought.

I don’t remember the quips. I don’t remember the taunts.

I don’t remember the civility that she taught.

I don’t remember the way we used to join our names.

I don’t remember the pride with which I wrote them down.

I don’t remember the pictures that I hid behind frames.

I don’t remember the acts as an intentional clown.

I don’t remember all this. I don’t remember all that.

I don’t remember much of what happened as such.

All I remember now are things I remember not.

I wish I forget everything, I forgot.

Boys do cry...

Like the sea water that corrodes every naked metal,

the tear drops eat away the soul..

More you keep the tears inside;

More you become a self consuming blackhole.

Cry away, my dear boy! Cry and free those tears..

Don’t worry about what all the people would say; allay all your fears.

Nobody feels what you feel, but you; nobody would understand.

Your shoes are too worn out, for someone else to stand.

Those who say that boys don’t cry are the ones who never tried.

The empty shells of had been men who now congregate and lie.

So cry away my dear boy! It’s always better out, than in.

When heartbreak isn’t a crime, crying can’t be a sin.