Things change People change
The world around us changes
but i thought you n I will never change and
our relation would remain the same for ever........Wish i could ever say that again

i was surprised when i heard that "the only thing that is constant in this world is change"
i found it ironical....how can something that changes be permanent???

But what was an irony became reality and what was meant to be forever faded away
leaving behind only memories of the past like the beautiful rose, whithered and reduced to mere bookmarks ready to crumble at the slightest touch

Time passed by seasons rolled on
spring lead into what seemed like an endless winter
The roses dried the plant died
just like the feelings and emotions we had for each other

The coldness seeped in
making me older in my mind even before my youth passed away
The last rays of hope weakened suffocated by the darkness that engulfed me
I would never be young again.....i would never love again.....i would never be worthy of anyone's love again said my prematurely aged mind resigning to its fate

The irony became ironical
the change became stagnant and the coldness permanent
this thought quizzed me
I wanted to know the answer....
I was proved wrong once
I wanted to be proved wrong again.....it thrilled me
the quest that lay infront of me gave me a reason to think
my resigned mind revolted, refused to think beyond the walls it built for itself
the darkness threatened me, ......if I fail it would only take me deeper
the coldness supported it
but something inside me kept pushing.....something told me this is your chance, dont let it go
something kept on growing inside me
may be this is hope......A new energy filled me

I walked out of my self built prison or rather the wall of protection.....atleast i felt so till a few moments before
I stepped into the frozen garden
i took a few step further to reach its edges and mustered all the courage to look beyond them

I was surprised rather shocked to see that the land outside was not frozen. Infact there was spring again.....filled with laughter, happiness and life.
i looked at People who were not cold and people who were not old n looked at myself.......
the darkness faded and warmth filled in
I felt lighter....i felt younger again

It was not the winter that never ended...it was I who never let it go
it was not the darkness that engulfed me.....it was I who blocked away the light from reaching me

Life is not a bed of roses and everyone has their own share of lows n highs
if we concentrate on the darker side, we can never realise the brighter part of it