Monday, 12 March 2012

Patch up

She dragged me to a Hobson choice
Of either forgetting or forgiving.
There was certainly no question of
Or forgiving.
Just going ahead.

Then I lacked a voice,
Withdrawing to a cocoon
Of silence.

I didn’t want to forget my past
And spoil the foundation of present.
Hence no question of forgetting.
I did not want her to buckle down
To a lowly position, and say sorry.

As we are but on the same track
Without any inequality,
I don’t want her to feel bad.

Hence I closed my eyes,
Breathed deep.
I saw the answer...
Yes resplendent and swaying.
So it was a sweet patching.
Thanks time, thanks mind,
Thanks morning,
The bad dream is over.
It was not fragile a relation but
Something with a shock absorber.

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