I remember when it felt unbearable.
The silence I yearned forever,
Was distinctly audible.
Is that how it feels being vulnerable?
Tears rolling down everywhere,
bedsheets, toilet, dining table.

‘But it’s good for you’, I told my reflection.
‘You are a big girl now,
Stop craving for attention’
Sometimes being alone brings perfection.
“You chose it for yourself why cry now?”
Said someone for whom I had greatest affection.

So I began to wait to get used to it eventually.
Like the first time I wore specs,
Didn’t like them immediately.
If it were a battle I would’ve fought courageously.
But Ashoka seeks Buddha,
When victory is celebrated regretfully.

Some affairs demand you yield.
I know I will be called a loser,
If ever, my secret is revealed.
Yes I surrendered, I bowed down, I kneeled.
For all I know and care about,
Is the pain will slowly get healed.