Things You Will Never Understand

Just when i wanted to come back
They too returned,
It was like a wound forced open
Only to see it is not healed.

He was storm and  breeze
He was the wound and the cure
He was nothing and everything

Every step slipped
As if there is nothing called memory.
Once surprised by retreating memories
A body stood there alone in the night.

It was then i wanted to go back,
surrounded by appooppanthaadis,
My left foot in life,
And the right rightly in death.

Fragmented theories of hope
rising out of pages of my diary
where the missing pages
talked about rivers never existed.

He was there
Sleeping beside me
Like he knows nothing

I looked and looked
untill my eyes slept
and dreamt of his hands
slipping into my heart
and dreamt of his eyes
sipping into my words.

I trusted him.