As time becomes your foe
The feelings die
In the closet to lie
The overcrowded skeletons
Which you fought so hard,
At the thoughts shuddered
And those were the ones
You pushed deep down to go.
And they get tired of waiting
To see you constantly hurting
And want to peek out
To see what is the new story
This time and so all about
That your dead inside will cry.
A constant state of sorrow
Miserable and failing—
Curious to know
How are you dwelling
To keep your sanity at bay
By strangling them everyday.
It felt so different many years after
When you left the door, first time ajar.
The sunshine fell in their hollows
Where eyes could have been.
And they felt quite shocked
Years later when you unlocked
This time smiling, you weren’t in woes;
Inexplicable like this to have you seen.
They pondered if you really got insane,
Wandering of having a new guest, again?
But, you called them out and told to leave,
It was so hard for them to believe.
The old now unwelcomed, how they have overstayed.
Pack up and live somewhere else you ruthlessly said.
You got new tenants on your way
They have arrived here to compensate—
The old ones now, unable to accommodate.
So only the new ones will stay.
You stated like if it was just a normal conversation
The way you had put them out in your invalidation;
And mercilessly you continue
That they are now long due,
Had stayed for years and few for a decade
And their use is over in the road ahead.
The new and old of your closet
When they finally met
In exchange of silent glances
Realised well their doubt
That you have thrown the old out
Like clutter, your ruined baggages.