Was it a good bye or an onward
march to the next level?
What did we speak about, exactly?
What was the conclusion?
Should I be happy that you love me
or sad that I failed yet again?
Where is the failure, you ask?
- in the inability to hold on to the sentiment
in the confusion whether the love is appropriate
in the thought that this is yet another tragedy
Now I am stabbing myself
to remember the times when I was unhappy
all the reasons for being sad
Memories buried deep within
are brought back to life
I shut myself from the world
on the pretext of sickness of body
I immerse myself in the material world
with paperwork and legal drudgery
It's my escape from the world of feeling
It’s my path to salvation - to establish
my meagre victory; while I gape at successes
of minds, while I continue to wish for illuminating
light which will be the rationale for this existence
