When in my bad phase,
I am advised to move on,
I don’t know what to respond,
But, today I want to ask.
Have you ever thought?
Why I prefer to stop?

I want to live the moments,
Which for you are history.
I want to stay stuck there,
And it may sound you like a mystery.
The fact is I want to re-live those moments,
I want to cherish those happy times.

To move ahead,
One needs a path,
A way, A direction,
A motive, A target,
A purpose, A desire,
To reach a destination.

But my journey is now over,
From the moment I was born,
You stood by me Mom,
Now, when you are gone,
I have stopped to the point,
Where you last stood by me.

I don’t want to move forward,
For the fear of getting lost.
All I can see ahead is darkness,
And…