On closing my eyes I slip into the chamber of my past, the bruises crafted on the flesh of my soul become ripe; the love which I once bore in my heart metamorphoses into limitless hate, And all I see is your ersatz yet mesmerizing smile arresting the lord of my conscience, tricking it in an illusion and shackling it with your synthetic love and care. I tried to endeavor the remote depth of your realm till I found out that it was unfathomable. My understanding of you is a clean slate yet I claim that no one can comprehend the maze, in which you lived, better than me. You always tried to put up an enthralling show of your love and care but each time you failed to realize that the applause which you got was from only one person, sitting in the empty theater of your life. But still I was never entertained for you never actually did entertain. All your efforts were flooded with the thorns of unpardonable flaws which used to pierce so deeply and painfully into the flesh of my emotions. Always you had your well prepared excuses for the wrong doings which you vigorously committed. My heart used to pain more and beat less whenever I used to gauge the validity of your reciprocation. You always thought that you did reciprocate but I guess the bitterness of reality was beyond the ambit of your imagination. Inside me I had constructed a wall of expectation from you but your minuscule efforts to construct your own and match with mine failed terribly. Whenever I tried to take us in a ravishing future, your muteness used to turn it in a future apocalypse. You always claimed to love me, not even once you stepped out from the perimeter of your commitment, but now I think what was that for ?. Everything that you did to show your love and care to me was actually for nothing. Your inability to hold my hand and come with me into the future which we once engineered has contradicted the validity of the reality which you shared with me. I have no regrets now that I am not with you; the thing which is still lingering  in me is that though I hate you now, but this hate for you is like a drop of water in the ocean of my love.

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