Unrequited Love

Love, no matter how strong will always be inconsequential against time!

He never left her side, made her his only mission,

Woke up next to her,

Every morning with determination…

Their lives, perfectly entwined,

Her happiness always made him smile…

Her hopeless demands,

The never-ending fights…

He happily gave in; she completely defined his life.

This love became habit,

Habit that eventually turned into compulsion.

Rather than living with her, he started to live for her,

A million calls in the day,

And constantly checking on her at night,

This became such an integral part of his life.

But love doesn’t continue forever,

People leave, she was summoned early.

As he sat next to the deceased figure,

He still expected her to smile,

Life isn’t always decent, and habits take a long time to fade…

the phone calls will now be unrequited,

& her side of the bed will be empty, always…

He doesn’t know how to act anymore,

He doesn’t know how to survive anymore…

Leaving home is a task and coming back doesn’t feel right…

Times like these remind us,

Love, no matter how strong will always be inconsequential against time!

One of the many resolutions of 2020….

Now this wish I’d like to fulfill; so, it turns out that missy doesn’t really want things in life, but she is only craving for experiences.

Don’t give your kids everything, I am glad my parents didn’t! I did not have everything and that yearning resulted in doing better in the future. Today I am at a threshold where I am constantly fighting my emotions. As a mother I want to give the world to my daughter and sometimes I give in to her demands but then I realize what if I had not given it to her, would she go out and invent something that she really needs.

Well, it’s about last night. Missy these days likes to play the part of a doctor and to look more convincing she wears a stethoscope that is part of a kit that was gifted to her last year. Since she has broken most of the essential elements of the kit she is left with just bare minimum. I noticed the sincerity of her actions yesterday, she had safely packed the leftovers of her kit in a plastic box and she treated my husband and I like actual patients. Then I realized because she didn’t have all the elements, she used whatever she had more creatively. The small toy burner from the kitchen set became a BP machine, pen became a syringe. She anyway proved her point with whatever little she had.

I immediately thought of buying the kit for her and then something in my mind told me not to. Shall I give her everything that she wants, or shall I let her discover, create? I decided last night that I won’t buy everything that she wants instead I will make sure she uses a makeshift arrangement and when she’s ready to accept her gift I will give it to her thankfully. Also, last night while my husband and I were busy watching a movie missy joined us in between and got so inspired by the ocean and its inhabitants that she expressed her need to go to the ocean immediately. Now this wish I’d like to fulfill; so, it turns out that missy doesn’t really want things in life, but she is only craving for experiences. Last night I slept more determined and inspired. Determined because I want to stop myself from spoiling her and inspired because my daughter is the explorer that I always wanted to be.

This year will be different from all the other years, I have decided to learn from missy and not teach her anything. I will let her guide me and I won’t force my superseded thoughts on her.

Despair

He was scouring it off his chest,

Scrubbing it sporadically,

Still the specs remained…

Specs of immorality, they’d just not go away,

No matter how hard he tried.

For once, love meant more than longing,

But the time was slipping away

His love wasn’t enough,

Nothing that he did would ever be enough,

She was rushing away

Leaving behind the memories,

That still felt fresh,

The lies that he concealed in the darkest corner of his heart,

Came through today.

Disbelief shrouded the love,

& every moment spent together,

Stabbed her heart,

The love that she thought belonged to her,

Was never truly hers…

As she finished packing the last,

He waited outside with his soul undone…

She walked out inconsiderate,

Disgust replaced the affection in her eyes,

She truly loved him once, but

He lost it all in one night.

Ⓒ Prakriti Kundaliya