Well, I was supposed to wait till next week before bringing this post up. But today is actually something I would like to refer as 'realization'. Ever since I started bringing up my old posts and republishing it all, I have also been feeling like going through an uncalled retrospection..as it turns out much needed though.. Clearly there were things which were not sorted and today I think it is.. Yeah things did happen, even I know that but there was also a part of me who couldn't forgive my parents for their part in it all. Almost a week back during a heated conversation I actually told my mother that I am doubtful whether you would ever take a decision for my wellbeing. Yeah, I know..I wouldn't have ever shamelessly brought up this incident if it weren't for this day. All I can say today is when it all happened I thought it was just my life which got destroyed back then but turns out there were two other people whose trust got severely broken along with that..
Did it come out as too cliched ?? Well, not really, it was literally that..blindfolded trust.
And today I know forgiving is too wrong a term to be used in that context but I can definitely settle down that thought and find my peace with it.
Well if I were ever asked as to what would have gone differently if it weren't for that case or arrest or related confusion or whatever, I don't know exactly but for sure things might have been different or maybe not. Doesn't matter anymore I guess, yeah time carries an elixir for sure.
This was published on 29/03/2016 13:27..
Parted the drapes gazed outside
There was a spring when looked
first
Don't know where it disappeared
Dried out, it did like it never
exist
Drought it is, I calmed down
Downpour would fill it again
Wait for the pours to reach these
lands
Gazed to the gods and prayed in my
heart
(“You bruised my heart..”)
Heard a low mourn from nowhere
Is it the winds howling and hooting
Listened keen to hear it again
A mourn in pain it is, deep and sad
Empty room with dull décor
Hangings all looking weird
I've been here before it seems
yet it is lonely and feels so
strange
(“You bruised my heart
You bruised my soul....”)
I hear the cry intense and deep
Is it the winds lament in pain
Or the lost souls weep in dark
loud it is, shrill and sharp,
burning my ears
(You bruised my heart
You bruised my soul)
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