THE BRACELET OF CURSE

Here we go again , in circles and in chains,
“The quiet apathy of still water comes un-basking me so I can wash my face,
I don`t want to , but whenever I look at it ,
it make me feel disgusted in ways I never imagined
I never hated something that much
I think I have moved on from your love ,
But how could I move on from your curse of not caring, ever enough ?

The bracelet hides it , it disguises and lives the past anguishes of us ,
I shouted on you , I hated you for not listening to me for once , twice and thrice ,
I admired your kindness , but heavens , your irresponsibility was exhausting,
Your timidness was tiring , but I still tried ,and I cried
I wore your negligence like a necklace and showed it to all my friends and foes ,
Whenever I look back at that bracelet , it stare at me with your slack,
Trust me , I am oblivious too , but to be like you , would make me go  mad in a day or two,
And you know what , I know now , you are not kind or considerate or anything you implied,
You were a slack , an expendable cause that should be wasted like a bottle of water with crack.

The chains and the bracelets , the anklets and the anguishes ,
Make me wonder , that why I don`t wonder , after loosing you ,even after a day ?
The oscitance of your calm, taught me patience , gave me power , but no alarm
And then I stopped pleading , and said , go away , please don`t stay , never come back ,
You are unregarded in your regardlessness , that I got worn out , day after day ,
My loving desire for you turned a crippling nightmare ,
That what if I stayed ? I have to leave and never come back ,
So I jumped , and I never looked back , ever again.

Trust me I admired your oblivion , but god forbid , you were a “ man of unworthy vices and weak virtues”
But skepticism suited you very well ,
I really loved you once , but not for long , you drained my desire to keep you forever ,
So I let the lamp burn and I closed my window , in turn ,
you fizzled out in my memory lanes , but sometimes when I look back at my bracelet , now
the grueling dumbness I committed , I regret , like how?
that how can a heart so passionate fall for one , so indifferent and indetermined ?

but this time I had answers , visions , insights and wisdom to compile , 
so the curse broke down and acceptance became my virtue ,
the bracelet stayed and I liked it now , but I don`t wear it ,
I got weary of the idea of idles and man who appear real , but are forgettable myths ,
For man who lives in the hush between intention and act.
“The wind weeps, but you did not hear
The pulse of passion never found your veins
And I am glad , you are gone , your are not even a dust in any of my rains .

But Some people love nothing, and they call it freedom.
they drift like leaves with no river to follow.
you could have stayed , you could have cared , but you turned a blind eye to everything that loved you so,
so go wonder and wander more , live your freedom and coast along.
But who do you ever come back to home ?
A heart wrapped in frost deserves the ice cold feet of none ,
I wish you emancipation and the echo of absence that you call peace,
I hope your hollowness don`t become a hostile refuge of your self abandoned home ,
I hope you have a house to escape when the world become oblivious to your prayers and your pride ,
And I wish you never have to search me in places , where you stepped your feet on .

Here we go again , in circles and in chains,
I loved you once , but now I don`t,
The bracelet is broken and I made earrings out of it ,
They still stare back at me , but with pride of how I un loved what didn`t feel right to me, 
That I thought I would marry or yearn forever ,

All the ties that I severed. 
And one day they whispered to me in my ears,
What a commendable feat, how you wear your past like a badge of honor ,
Love is a fleeting horror and I committed it for a while ,
But love when lost , is not equivalent to a lost life ,
Clean your burns and tape your cuts,
Find fondness to your being and your heavenly worth
I kept myself like an oath , a prayer and a poem , dearest to my heart,
I had faith in myself and god helped me to cross the rivers that ache ,
I became my god and the melancholy melted away .

Here we go again , in circles and in chains,
where I no more traded my authenticity for applause ,
love could wait , but I coud no longer abandon myself  to be chosen 

so I swore my sincerity to myself 

where-ever I smell disrespect , all my allegiances are frozen.

Leeza