Rewind

For some nights are there

To not to sleep

To feel the absence

The hustle of everything at halt

The sound of the heart beat

The presence of loss

To listen to the silence

For it shouts 

To let the tears flow

For it never dried

To accept the emotions

Embrace them

Exempt self from being the better one

The understandable

The mature man

For some stories are there

To not to be told

Rather be lived in

And play the favourite part

For some days are there

To not to be awake

To let pass 

What should never have existed

And then

Some hopes are there

To let you live for the time

When you could recite the tale

And rewind!