Letters To My Past!

I closed my eyes and,

The present evanescent,

My past approached me.

My rejuvenated past self,

Sat on the table writing poems.

I went to her and tapped her shoulder,

And said,

Be the same vigorous and sprightly,

Be the same tintinnabulation and thunderous.

Stay strong,

Stand brave.

Don't brood.

Don't make nemesis.

Be oneself.

Be yourself.

You are like an offing,

No one can understand you other than yourself,

You are quintessential to many,

And an inspiration to million.

Your natural wavy and ulotrichous hair,

Turn eyes of many.

Your sumptuous ideas,

Unique and extravagant.

I cannot be here for too long,

But you can be me in future.

My past self shook my hand,

And gave me the most dazzling smile.

I closed my eyes and,

The past evanescent,

My present approached me.