By Swasti Mishra
Blip in my life,
Impact on my journey,
Imprint of the rife-
Abrupt sinking in that melancholy.
They left... they were gone,
Just a last attempt forlorn.
No explanation, no last chances, no goodbyes,
Only the aftermath.. people left behind to cry.
Am I angry? Am I hurt?
Or has something within me simply burnt?
Is there regret? Is there a what-if?
Now my faith teeters on that cliff.
Waiting to save another soul-
Just to make it up for the one I lost.
It won’t release me from my ghouls,
But I’ll keep doing my bit, no matter the cost.
Their photograph, missing from the pockets
of my ripped jeans-
Still seeking answers, still wondering
What the other side means.
It must be a brighter place,
Since you chose it with silent grace.
I fail to give myself the closure
That you never left in your space.
Won’t forgive, won’t forget-
Deeply hurt, but glad we met.
Sweetest, kindest, and warmest-YOU.
Safe in my heart... so not bidding adieu.