If I let go of you
took memories few
shed some penitent tears
allowed your presence to leer
swallowed my pride to face
a life rid of your trace
and turned back once to see
........in my mirror was not me.
A breakup good bad or neutral is bound to be if its bound to be.It can change the best for worse, the worst to the best. Though most of the time we re so caught up with the past present and future of ourselves...we dont realise the former from the later.No its not happening to me. :-)
1 comment:
Manasi,
An apt poem for the apt hour... two days from now is one such day where a poem such as this reminds me that there are memories and that there is a present: the former can be special but it must be kept in cold storage, while the latter is where the sunshine and floodlights belong!
Thank you for reinforcing that essential enlightement! A beautiful read... and once again very life-like, poignant and pain-pronged!!!
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