The art of unliking something after liking it too much..
Or unhugging someone..
Or unholding someone..
or just unmemorizing something that was too close to the heart!
These are all such poetic arts-
Ones I need to learn, but do not wish to learn.
Maybe I could,
But then it would be a pretentious art- an unrealistic kind!
Or maybe I would pretend not to know this would happen in the end,
Pretend I did'nt hear my own intuition then.
So I'll just continue being a little bit hurt- for a little bit longer..
So that next time I won't dare to like,hug,hold or touch anything easily,
Just to feel paradoxical-
like feeling whole, being loved or feeling safe..
Or maybe just to feel that I existed!
This strange art of undoing all the things- I need to learn that, don't I?
This strange ache in the core of my heart- I need to let that go, don't I?
Maybe not now..
Maybe a little later..
Just a little bit..
But will I ever?
I suppose I better!
I am just a fleeting guest here
But the one who stayed from the first, should stay till the last.
And that's the closure!
Written by Esha Sarkar
Published by Novel Mint Publishing