“Let’s close it today than tomorrow, this way it is better”
Was the summery of a lost story in your last letter.
Time passed by since then, but I was waiting still
In a futile hope that you might come back to fill
The self consuming vacuum that echoed my heart,
The agonising solitude that was left to thwart
All the lovely hues in a pitifully miserable life,
I was standing at the edge, to take a plunge and dive.

Only then I realised that I have completed my task
And have nothing more left for anyone to ask
Why I changed so much that you find me new,
A totally changed personality  in everyone’s view.
I rose again from the ashes of my own deeds
In a vengeful fury of my own basic needs.

It is then I learnt, to provide a space for time
To unfold the magic and make the world sublime,
The true essence of unconditional love
Over the battle ravaged world like a dove.

I am what I am, strong, heartless and rude
A battle hardened warrior whose love is crude.