By-Tanish Bafna
I look back,
Wishing for familiarity,
Wishing for belongingness
Asking you a simple question,
Asking for nothing,
nothing but a reason
A reason for your cold stares,
With eyes that know me no more
A reason for your farewells,
That we never even spoke of
But knowing that responses,
Are nothing, but a common rarity,
A rarity, too precious suddenly
A rarity, that we deal in no more.
For now, only silences prevail
Silences and their secrets,
Our new currency,
Our new correspondence
But why do your silhouettes
Still dance around me,
While my shadows lay hidden,
Forgotten for eternity?
Just like every other element,
And every other part of me.
Everyday there’s a gentle reminder,
A morning bell of solitude,
Waking me up,
From a quiet slumber
But then again, what’s a slumber?
For a man who can’t sleep.
It takes a while, to hit snooze everyday,
A little more to wipe away the tears,
Yes, tears
Why, you thought I didn’t cry?
Are you ashamed suddenly?
Ashamed of being seen with me?
Or are you pretending?
Pretending to still care?
For now you know, I am broken.
Ties with me,
Can no longer be kept
I understand and you understand,
But so should the world now
They all say, let bygones be bygones
Because for them,
The problem may be simple,
The gravity, isn’t.
It pulls you down,
Down to nothingness
And it almost did.
Till I started to comprehend
That you, were never worth it
Never worth relying upon,
Never worth crying for
You couldn’t reciprocate,
You couldn’t even hold on
Maybe you’re not even worth
My words and my rhymes
Or am I still the one,
Who is unworthy?
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This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn