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I have heard
In order to make peace
We must accept the apologies
Which were never made.
I try hard.
I agree to make peace with the
Little and lame things,
That broke my heart once,
Which made me question my
Own existence, precisely.
They cut off
my wings of imaginations
And restrained my freedom to fly.
I had an option to rebel, to bait.
I chose to crawl instead.
They labelled me,
they tagged me.
They made me to stay awake,
They said my dreams were impossible.
What I quoted beautiful,
They called it dark.
I didn’t care,
Forbidden and Ignorants,
Are gifted with a blind soul.
Not because they have earned it,
But because they know No beauty.
Least they knew, Dark is beautiful.
For Dark absorbs everything within it.
I still am not ready,
To accept the hypocrisy and duality
Which the world around..
offered to me from time to time.
I penned and spoke,
What came to my mind in first place.
Good or bad, I always expressed.
I deny to attain peace
By accepting the apology never meant.
I would rather make peace
By keeping myself untouched
With the coaxed words,
And overrated hypocrisy.
I have, now, a longing to remember,
When and where, my life happened, favourably or unfavourably.
I deny to forgive. I refuse to forget.