Crumbled Paper

Of late, breathing has been hard
swollen eyes, tears making way
through wrinkles,
a sad room and echoing lies,
Is it all the same?
Can't just love prevail?
No, I am not sorry,
not this time really.
My past mocks me- evil grin
The scenes repeat in distaste,
inside my head
"I am sorry" I always said first
Or tried to give everything 
a second chance
Everything, except myself.
and it is now I realize
that there is not much of a difference
in putting others first
and being taken for granted.

Somewhere it feels like a paper
crumbled and straightened many times
as per the fantasies of time
but again- Too bad to be used,
too good to be thrown
I say, just help it out
One last time
Take the paper, tear into as many pieces
as you can,
cut it so fine that it loses existence
and burn them to ashes, grind them fine,
and flow them as atoms 
in the river of dreams and sea of change
peace it sounds,
from life at this moment-
a damp, dull, chaotic chain 
of events repeated over the years,
testing the exact movement
of rupture.


-Rashmi
27th Feb, 2018