By Priyanka Chandel Adya
I built this house with hands that trembled
but never did I let go.
Each brick held with forgiveness,
every wall stood tall build with trust
Was my pride .
I opened the doors with love,
and kept the windows wide
for truth to enter and shine .
But you wandered
through it
like a stranger,
looking for flaws instead
of finding shelter.
You called it a cage only
because it held you accountable.
You never really saw the home I built for us and our memories..
What I have understood now is this:
Those who go looking for reasons to dissolve a relationship
will always build mountains of blame tall enough to hide behind .
Keeping their lies out of site out of mind .
But don't realise
In chasing freedom,
you became captive to your
own lies.
And all these years
All this while,
the butterfly your dreams
the old fantasy,
the old chase,
charm
An old obsession of your
kept fluttering shamelessly
without creating any doubt
But I sensed it
But kept quiet
As i was in love with assurance i desired.
and
As you ran after it
restless with no regards to the one ..
the one who stayed,
who questioned,
not to accuse,
but to understand.
You say I accuse you with unacceptable remarks .
when all I asked was the truth,
presence and a chance .
This might comfort the restless part of you —
the part still hungry for something you’ve never had,
the part that confuses being wanted with being loved.
But I tell you,
this will never bring you comfort ..
As fluttered with promises
Short- lived
You didn’t just turn away from me.
You turned away from the one person
who tried to know you beyond the surface,
who held your silence with care
and still stayed even when the silence hurt.
When I confronted
you sought for an
emotional refuge,
The hurt she caused was my work to heal
but still stayed there feeling nothing.
I was holding you in the real world,
feeling like I was never enough to you
But still I was that
one who stayed hopeful,
who still waited, still believed,
still looked for a sign of change...
In the quietness of uncertain future
I clutched myself in the dark and wondered
what is it to be chased by a old reckless boy and the his butterfly.
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