The Last Letter

By Dr Sukhmaneet Kaur

How do I pour this out?

Shall I say it loud?

You collected those shattered parts,

now they lie further ripped apart.

It was like a classic flick,

got concluded so quick.

Held closer,fiercely adored one and all,

the ill flavoured periods I won’t recall.

The love buds on the land of my heart,

blossomed into eye captivating life art.

And pain of the merciless thorns

bitter words igniting the usual scorns.

Writing today to relinquish all those roles,

over are the times of shared goals.

Terminating this long pause in the script,

I have decided and here I just flipped

the page of our long held tale,

purging it out,I exhale.

I worshipped you,my master,

perhaps the reason behind this disaster.

Couldn’t understand your love,

the way you painted this picture and then shove.

I forgive you for the way it went untune,

I was a butterfly and not the cocoon.

I hold myself responsible 

for the ache that wasn’t consolable.

The wound inflicted by me, aching for three years,

I hope with my departure, it disappears .

And the days I kept punishing myself 

by staying here for the guilt that I held.

They shaped me as a whole,added to my experience of life,

won’t let anyone to cut my soul, ever again,with love tainted knife.

With this letter,sending you lots of healing and love.

It’s all his play,the one who looks us from above.

Erasing the pain,I replay the good scenes,

neglecting the bitter ones,I eat the sweet cuisines.

There had been difficulty but am healing from it ,

remembering his mercy, may all the pain, you can spit.

This has to be rewritten beautifully in other life,

I will be waiting in the aftelife 

for your forgiveness for self and me 

this time,in here,with you I agree.

With the time as I go away taking the turns,

hope steadily the goodness of your soul returns.

Neither of us are wounded victims,

Nor are we vicked accusers.

Throughout have been like synonyms,

comforting all the trespassing users.

It was meant to be this way,

past life debts that we re pay.

I think this contract is served and over,

let’s go back to our almighty,our drover.

Towards the next chapter that he has engrossed anew,

for living the purpose that we are supposed to.

By Dr Sukhmaneet Kaur