By Priyanka Jaiprakash
She said to herself—
the waiting ends,
and the time has come to leave.
Will the moment of meeting
also be the moment of parting?
I’ve spent years that have passed
in the blink of an eye,
building bridges in this city
that was never mine.
I’ve scattered my soul
in the spots we call our own,
planting little lights of love
on every path we roamed.
I’ve laid down roots
in these restless sands—
as the wind turns,
it lifts parts of me like loose strands.
I’ve inked my skin with a love of a kind—
like a piece of music
mastered and memorised
across many lives.
Now, I break free from this hard-soft shell—
an identity stirred into my soul,
woven into my skin.
I leave behind a part of me
out of my own will!