My Gifts

I gave you my days, my months, my years,

I offered my most precious gift, my time,

You hold onto all the moments I shared.

The worth of my love isn’t tied to you,

You can keep what you took from me.

You hold onto all the love I showered.

While others sought to gather wealth,

I foolishly gathered our memories.

You hold on to the interest I invested.

When many wanted to grow stronger,

I found weakness in you, my downfall.

You hold on to the strength I surrendered.

I’ve released you from my heart,

Yet I still hold onto memories, no reason to.

You hold on to the freedom I once granted.

Even a stone can be shaped with care,

But your heart remains rigid.

You hold on to the beauty I created.

I gave you my love but walked away,

I gave you my time but drifted apart,

Yet I hold on to your memories.

You’ve etched yourself into my heart,

I’m imprisoned by your silent thoughts.

Yet I hold on to all the scars.

My voice went unheard without words,

As your heart stayed rigid and dumb.

Yet I hold on to my silence.

If you truly cared about my silence,

You would have listened to my cries.

Yet I hold on to all the blames.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind