“It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.” - William Blake
When we talk of life, the one thing that is certain is 'alone'. We come alone and we leave alone but then along the way, we find bits and pieces of our soul residing in others. Universes are bound to collide and whenever we meet someone, we connect a little and share a bit of ourselves with them. If we allow our hearts to ponder freely, we even experience the feeling that these days is so casually used as a word; 'love'. We start to live for that person. We see their happiness as ours, we begin to find meaning and purpose in life as if all of a sudden, a candle has been lit in the tunnel of darkness we call life. And I am not talking about the casual relationships you see everywhere that are merely there for the bodies to unite. I am talking about those 'old fashioned' deeply-felt-at heart relationships. I want to believe that they exist till today!! But then just as hard it is to find or meet that someone, easy it is for them walk away or for us to lose them and all the happiness that came with it. Today, I just wanna pour my heart out like I have always done in my poems; and today, this poem is for someone who walked away...
"You are the star that lights my path", she used to say,
And as I saw today, she gave my nickname to someone else,
I wonder whether I am the one who is unworthy of her,
Or she simply fell for a star when the moon was her lover.
They say we don't know what we have until we lose it,
One day she will wake up and probably realize also,
But for now she seems happy, and so let her be,
For it is her choice to erase me from her life,
And mine, to fight the urge of not letting her become a memory!
Time heals everything, give everything time; I read somewhere,
The writer probably forgot to add 'except love wounds',
Much as time seals those wounds, they never heal,
One song, their name, a picture; almost anything related,
Just digs up the wound hurting like a dagger, as if it were yesterday!!
She walked away from my life without giving me a reason,
Not that the reason would make it any better,
But at least I would have an answer that my heart would repeat,
Instead now it just ponders and wonders,
Was I unworthy of her, or she simply fell for a star,
When the moon was her lover.
All of you out there with someone you love and someone who loves you, keep it and value it, for tomorrow has no guarantee.
“It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.”
― David Levithan
― David Levithan
Peace!
Cheers!
Champ!
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