Poetry

Why do you keep visiting?

Shuffling the same old pages,

Stirring my mental peace

And shredding my sanity to pieces.

When you did not think

Twice before leaving,

Why are you looking for

Your traces in my thoughts?

I smell jealousy every time

I say I have moved on and I am happy,

Why are lines etched on your forehead?

When you look at my photograph.

Is it your insecurity or your guilt

That is crushing your self-esteem?

Whatever it is you have swallowed

A huge piece of my past.

And I won’t let you take

Another bite of me anymore.

I have started stitching the edges,

With colors, new clothes and furs.

The edge of the burn is healing,

You keep your guilt and

I will keep the mark,

I will let leaves, flowers grow on them.

You see my window open,

I have kept it open for

A breath of fresh air,

Not to welcome you.

You give too much importance

to yourself,

And I guess that is your problem.

Now I am important too.

I have accepted it,

It is about time, you accept it too.

We did not have the poetry between us,

We were the other two odd lines,

Where the end never rhymes,

We were swallowed words and missing alphabets.