Hold On

By Riya Khoja

I heard from you that good things take time to happen.
We met at the time when we both were lost souls.
We were not fantasized by this trending status to give ourselves a tag of relationship.
We took enough time to be an open book to each other.
We started sharing a bond of understanding, the most needed one.
I made you my story and you made me a part of your story.
All this time, I never know how to hold on to someone. 
You came, became a part of my life and just slipped as sand does through the fist. 
It is said that the more you hold, the more it hurts. 
So I gave you your own space. 
But you just created your universe from the space provided by me, where I don't even exist. 
You left me, may be because I never know how to hold on to someone.
May be all this time wasn't good for things to happen and that you didn't accepted me.

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This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Trauma' 

1 comment

  • Good trauma

    Navya

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