The picture. .

I was just walking to the bus stop
To go some place else
The day pleasant
The sun coming down
I began thinking about the usuals
Like
What was coming up this week
Or like how things have changed
Any birthdays that coming up etc etc
I get into the bus
And sit on my favourite seat
Just next to the window
The moving traffic
And those bright yellow lights
Just then my mind rewinds to a few things
Happened in the past
Whose shadows always follow
Even a year or more
Later
Some how I feel
Things have not changed
They are all the same
Whether I am Home
Or Away
The same names crop up in conversations
Same names stay on your contact and speed dial lists
Same names come in newspapers
If not the same
Then its Related
Either those names are related to you directly
Those names are no more related to you
But now related to your friends
Sometimes I don't know how to take it
Should I just move ahead
Thinking eventually I will out grow it
Like the time I out grew my clothes
Or should I just try really hard
To erase these pictures?
Feels like I have called this upon myself
By drawing on the wrong page of my life
First painted with all the lovely colours
Then changing my mind
And painting them
Black and White
And now
Wonder if I would be better off
Just tearing them
Into so many pieces
Amounting to
The number of times these pictures
Caused Pain
To
My Past
Causing Pain
To
My Present
Might Cause Pain
To
My Future