You’re gone, I know.
I accept it.
I won’t talk to you anymore
for it’s become like talking to a stone;
the warmth missing, the feelings unrequited.
I accept it.
But I always think
how it would’ve been if you’re around
when I go through something new,
each time, every time.
I can’t help it. I just can’t.
I accept it.
All that matters is that; ACCEPTANCE!
9 comments:
True! But not easy. :)
lets take baby steps here..one by one
Bindu Chechi: What comes easily doesn't worth pursuing. Do I need to tell you that?
Sumi: I Accept!
to lose is always the deep end, takes a lot of courage and stamina to just wake up and greet a new day, I resonate with this completely, nothing scares me more than losing my dear ones again to death or anything else
Good write. Read this poem once again, say, six months hence.
Sujataji: Either something kills us or it makes us stronger.
Venu Chettan: I already feel that it's quite mushy. Jotting things down sometimes helps me a lot.
I don't know. This is very complicated. We are all human beings and we are all different and each one of us is different at different stages of our evolution in life. What I feel important is, once in a while, to stand apart and watch ourselves. Have you wondered why you love another person? Keep apart the physical attraction of one sex for the other. We poets are in the thick of the romantic love and we are speaking of that love. Why are we romantically in love with another person? Have you examined the process of this love?
I try to examine not just the process of love but every other emotion that comes to mind, especially when there’s absolutely no provocation at all. But never ever I reached anywhere. I always get lost somewhere in the middle. This one was not just about romantic love, it was also about memories - that refuse to die down - of the ones who depart prematurely. There are voids that can’t be filled, never ever.
Good poem, Arun.
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