Paying last respects to our love
Does not matter in black or white
Weird , relationships now come with social filters
Just to seek attention, likes & followers
We refresh & repost a new post and story each day,
Yet find it hard to leave the past & begin a fresh day ?
Because 24 hours are enough if one really finds it worth his while
And where Loyalty is not a word but a lifestyle
Where promises are not necessarily made to be broken
Where it takes more than cupid to be smitten
The love could have been revived
Sad that you did not try hard
In that silence honestly you were loud
When you decided to break every vow
Oh answer me today , get past ' I am busy now,
I did a post mortem and discovered more than a thing
And have convinced myself before I threw the ring
That I and the relationship were worth a dime a dozen
That's why you are cold and I am frozen.
Hey here is to the last trivia ..
Name a language which is extinct in the world .
Clue- it was common to us and is old
Google it on explorer or chrome
or phone a friend
yes ,as many times
as always, I leave the choice to you
Just like the chances given undue .
You will find
on Wikipedia somewhere
The mention of Aarya , Ahom, Arwi ,Latin and many more
Some debatebly extinct
somewhere in the middle of that list
Is a poem written by me
Even now subject is Thee
One written in bold
extinct in our world
"THE language of LOVE"
once written in all fervour and gold.
It couldn't survive
The world of texting
Where full stops had
Way more power
Than they deserve .
Where punctuations
cause hesitation.
Where even the spoken words were misunderstood
No matter what the body language was how close we stood.
Where in a half hearted " me too"
the ME took prominence
And in the "love you",
“I” was lost
In the " I can't commit now or never "
you forgot the Promises made forever
A love that was confused
because it couldn't tell if it
was guilty , bound to fail , was it truly undeserving, a ploy or a confession
It started with a bad date ,
Yet you convinced me
We will build it like Rome
The same us lost our way back home.
Until Lately I did not know what self-love was
And that your love was all gas
The connection was already lost
Before we knew it was all in the past.
Rest is history as they say.
I have reset to factory settings
And made peace with
The broken pieces
The ME is brave somedays
Like the sun unapologetically bright
And then like the moon on others hiding in the closet
looking for shields
Some days I don't pause to feel myself
And others I convince 'This is it..'
What cannot work in peace
May be it should now rest in peace.
Sometimes self love and assurances
Are all that help
'Not dimming my light , nah not again
Not dimming my light ..'
R.I.P Love
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