A road with "No-Go Zone" already written.
Still I walked, with a hopeful heart,
Not knowing life would tear me apart.
The punishment was not anger or blame,
It was an attachment carrying a heartbreak's name.
A painful pleasure, strange and deep,
A wound that hurts, yet I choose to keep.
When love gave joy, pain stood near,
Like a shadow that never disappeared.
And in every ache, every lonely night,
I searched for a small piece of light.
My love was ignored, my care misunderstood,
I gave my best, as sincerely as I could.
My name was stained, my worth grew small,
One by one, I watched my pillars fall.
The ground beneath me started to shake,
Dreams I built began to break.
My world collapsed without a sound,
Yet my heart stayed where she was found.
I gifted her my silence, my absence, my space,
She gave me memories I cannot erase.
And though the gift was wrapped in pain,
I still hold it close again and again.
They say a soul is born many times,
Eighty-four lakh lives across endless skies.
Sometimes I wonder, through every birth and end,
Was I always meant to love her again?
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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