poetry imageReleasing you from the cage of my memories; feels like it is me who is behind the blockades.

They keep me from breathing, from growing; they make me angry they make me irate.

Your love was to be my lifeline, supporting me to move forward,

Your arrogance became my fetters, my shackles; your pride always pulled me backward.

My love for you was like a flower; waiting to spread its hopeful scent,

Your ignorance was so full of reek that my flower succumbed under its ugly strength!


I stood there for a century I reckon, for you to turn around to look at me once,

You walked away with a star in your hand; you were at the altar the next moment.

I was appalled, dazed and hurt, you were not mine anymore,

You took her hand with a smile on your face, I was not found in your eyes ever again!


Years have passed now; I have not even seen your face,

Nothing has changed as if; your memories still evoke the same rage.

The fire that you lit and left never stopped burning my heart,

You are oblivious to the pain you caused me; you are unaware of my distraught.

To think of it and make a judgment, it isn’t you, who is in the wrong,

I have clinched my fist so tight to hold on to you; not accepting you are long gone!


You never loved me ever, nor did you promise so,

It was me who held our past captive; it was me who became stagnant.

Releasing you now forever, never will you ever be back,

I have found my oasis inside; for you, I have not kept any space.

Bhavika Batra

Student of life and perpetually lost in words. Writes about life experiences, food, travel, fashion, technology and more!

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