[written after I received the text as a fake attempt to sort stuff by Sudarshana when they visited nyc]
It’s not about your messagesBut the lack of actions from you;
That form convincing premises
That you haven’t changed your hue…
No matter what you say
To the world you put on a show
Fake branch of peace you may portray
I know that you continue to be my foe
The words of farce that you use
To act as though you are blemish free
To put on an act of consolation to peruse
Portray your actual thoughts towards me
Your choices to mend are still the same
Acting like the rift isn’t real
As though you did not take a calculated stab
At me many times in the last reel!
Each time with not even an excuse for reason
You come to me as though you are not my curse in life
Every-time you downplay Your acts of treason
I am convinced you are still my strife
It has been as if you have no clue
Each instance you Reach out to me with a hi
on the list of reasons, you are up high too
why things have turned bad between you and I
I choose to live my life
in a happy world that I have created
A home where the people
Who wish me ill are eliminated
I am happy to think our world
Is large enough as it exists
For our paths to remain uncrossed
you and I can as strangers coexist
I wish people would understand
That wearing a title of family
Is not about meeting or having coffee
It’s about the feeling of love that comes readily
Love is unconditional, from the heart
It is reflected in what we choose to do
Without it no conversation can start
We will continue to be split as two…
You broke my life, my love and smiled at my screams
Yet you seem to have a clear conscience
Now you behave as if it were all a forgotten dream
But to my every waking moment, you are the bane of my existence
So feel free to act like nothing is wrong
The wide chasm is a mere crack readily fixed
While I go on to act like we were tunes of different songs
So that I can look back, as though you had ceased to exist!
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