Shatakshee Kar, Sonepat, 13 November 2022
Was I like an anklet
that could enhance your beauty or was I like the chains that kept you bound to a pointless duty?
Did I deserve the honey dipped words that came from your mouth or did you always think of me like you did when things went south?
Are you frail now that I no longer wander around your life’s periphery or are you free, now that you don’t see me?
The happy times, was all that an illusion or did we just lose the art of looking past the confusion?
Differences of opinion, I never called them a fight. You sometimes did, I wonder who was right?
With the waxing and waning of each moon,
I think about the events that have occurred since June.
Though I pray sometimes that you stay okay,
you continue to hurt me in some or the other way.
The sun is out and you’re not there or maybe
you just never were.
I once wanted for you to come back but now I want peace.
Please if somehow your memories of me have been poisoned, in your memory, let me be forever deceased.
Are you free?
Or maybe you’re just like me –
free for a moment
frail for the next three.
