“Often the lonely lullabies sing those transparent prayers of pain”.
Those who couldn’t hang on,
Those who chose to leave,
Those who preferred to be broken,
Those who mourned their kins,
Those who dreaded future, it could go on and on!
Stars aligned for us and I treasured that fleeting moment.
It signalled a transition from mates to soulmates.
A silent wish in a flowerless bouquet I carry everyday to the graveyard. The daisies were true so I keep the bouquet flowerless.
Now I must ask, YOU TOOK ME AS FAKE! Did you even know me that well?
To no dismay, I deserved that.
But frankly one of those things women have, That men hardly fake it. They can’t.
I walked alongside the reflection,
So easy to decipher,
A urge to love.
Eyes could lie,
A heart wouldn’t.
I had cremated those daisies long back.
They carried my essence of longing for you.
“Just asked for an apology, with no hope of a return ?”
An ugly truth you must know.
I knew I was wrong. Never wanted to put a bad name to our bond. It was beautiful till it lasted.
I ride over this ink of guilt. For once call it fake , you could have let me walk in that open field. The stars might have aligned for real.
To move on ,your choice
To blame us, our fault
And to leave, our fate.
Peace is no longer a stranger to me. To pen it down gives me strength to believe in love. And I do. I’m broken but sane, smiling.
To love you from afar would be pure.
Though this love wouldn’t see us hanging around some lone island holding each other’s hands, I’d still treasure your essence and make it up to you whenever you’re in a spot of bother.
I still visit that graveyard with daisies I had bought that day.
The day you left.
Am effort to sue up your mind with an open letter here…it’s a true story but not mine 😌
Have a read and stay safe.