Q- “What are you looking for?”
A- “My lost pearl necklace.
The one which had dreams and hopes
Strung together in sequence.”
Q- “Where did you lose it?”
A- “In dark abyss of time.
Rummaging through memories
That him and this city left behind.”
Q- “Why don’t you let it go?”
A- “I am trying.
But it’s like the an atomic explosion
It burns, it scars
It damages beyond repair.
But you still think about it years later.”
Q- “Can’t you replace it with a new one?”
A- “New hopes and dreams? Yes.
Though, without him, it meaningless.”
Q- “Girl, you’re living in 18th Century!”
A- “Maybe I am.
We all have our own path to healing.
It is not about getting another pearl necklace,
It’s about getting that smile back on my face.”
Q- “Didn’t he leave you in the sun to scorch?”
A- “Yes, he has.
Torched my world without thinking twice.
But I wish him good
I hope he finds happiness
In someone else
Who can love him more than I do
Whom he can love more than he loved me.
Stand by her come what may
Selflessly be hers
Give her the attention she deserves
Entangle her in his arms
And make her feel loved
More than anything else.”