Your story too is like all stories
you think it is so misleading and deceiving,
this is someone else’s or a mirage,
but nope! it’s solemnly yours
eventually, every random detail make sense;
Spend hours talking about you to myself
and our conversations be like –
“No, I don’t want to go through this again”
you’ll repeat after me,
On every yesterday you wish
you’ve never ended up in love –
-in love with your grandmother’s kisses
-with the clouds followed your school bus
-with the raindrops fell across your umbrella
-with the breeze pecked your eyelashes in your first-ever bicycle trip
-with the second drop of blood rolled over your thighs
-with your reflection of mine
-with all residues, you’ve ever been in love
without hope or agenda.
It was all a game
sometimes you’ve to kill what you love, to win.
And you became sour with people
afraid to let someone else close again.
Our monologue continues like-
“Just one more time, it’s not the first time remember?”
every time you desperately wish to unlove everything,
believe you are not a lone fool.
We’ll be two strangers who knew everything about each other,
but I wish you could see yourself with my eyes,
because you are altering, blooming, and curing yourself.
~ Anusree Raveendran
Palakkad, India
Nice Anu……
Wow?
Hey …..nice
“and you became sour with people”