A new morning it is,
My guitar is still in the corner of the room untouched, remembering the time when it was also a gloom, now it's just depressed
Not knowing the reason why it hasn't been played in years, forgetting the notes, the claps and the cheers
Long time since it was last tuned, wondering about what has caused this incessant wound
No more vibrations for those strings, long have gone those enchanting and vibrant springs
The poor thing thinks it is its blunder, only do I know that playing it takes me back to that special person's smile
which in itself is a wonder
The person who left me in simple chaos and pain, years have I swept standing in shallow rain
I still can't forget those lovely spring evenings, when I slid through my guitar's frets just for her heart melting smile
that came to my grieving life with gorgeous greetings
Never knew a day will come when she will abruptly vanish, like those fairy tails of typical French, Italian and Spanish
Years have passed I am still in aghast, couldn't touch my guitar since then
because my fingers don't sync, they just contrast
My guitar doesn't know I still love it's beautiful chords, but my heart aches just like getting stabbed with a million swords
Maybe it has desires of getting played like other normal guitars, but I Just can't get rid of my hearts abnormal scars
Perhaps now I should just move on, eradicating all the memories and listening to "G eazy's Been on"
Time to stop being a moron and realize the dusk has passed it's time for the new dawn
Finally start playing the new music with mesmerizing symphony
forgetting the past because that's just my life's harmony.
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Aju Neeraj
An ever wandering soul, who is curious about the universe.
Electronics engineer by profession(destiny) but a writer by heart.
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Reactor 4
I only ask that you get what you deserve. After all these years of putting yourself first. I can't deny the shock nor the relief that somehow still hurts. It was either you or me that needed to leave and I don't know which way was worse. I'm glad I didn't lose my nerve. I'm glad you can't swallow me up anymore. The fallout was endurable because I had already planned on radiation poisoning. I witnessed the meltdown of our egos flush away any chance at redemption. I knew you weren't infallible but you still had to prove you were. How do I redefine myself when you were the one defining factor? What more can I disregard? Every single red flag and inconsistent flaw? Who was I before the procedure of lobotomy? You left me in standby mode and now I'm in recovery mode. Who am I after this hypothetical treason? If I remember the despair, then I remember everything. If I ever said forever, then I'm sure I meant it at the time. I watched these events unfold as if I wasn't an active participant. Life just happened as if I had no will or choice. I could have altered my course and sailed for new waters. Instead, I sat the helm and marooned this shipwreck into hostile Mercury. I tried to even the score and keep three steps ahead of you. Why did we treat this love like a competition? This board game of a marriage was a crooked one from the start. Rewards and punishments were the way I demonstrated my resolve. How could we have spoken the truth that everything was falling apart? How did I ever believe that you were redeemable once? I don't know if certainty will ever find me but I will search for it with the utmost sincerity. I've already pivoted from scheduled unhappiness. Deviating from unwelcome reality and inevitable consequences. I always wanted more but you always settled for less. The strongest commitment was the one I could only make for myself. It's just a flimsy word when actions don't align and you never follow through. I kept projecting the worst I could imagine and you still somehow managed to undermine even that. This broken alliance hasn't summoned a surrender out of me yet. I am still loyal and devoted, just to myself. You had me wallowing in pity notions and unfounded doubt. Because of you, selfishness is something I could do without. You were the collateral damage in the war against myself. You continuously chose yourself over everyone else. Somehow, you still bring out the worst in me. Somehow, I still let you have this profound effect on me. What is this hellfire I keep waltzing through? Why do I allow this hysteria to continue? Will this lunacy ever end? When will your ghost stop haunting me and let me move on? I have new elevations to conquer. I have more sights to behold. I must cut out this cancer like a tumor in order to heal. This meltdown is imminent and must be shut down. I can't escape the contamination but I can escape you. We have been hazardous to ourselves and it's time for inoculation. My gas mask is useless but it's still my best defense. I will go left while you go right. I can't focus on you anymore if I want to flee from radiation sickness. I can still make it out alive. I know I can
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