Let him go

When the eyes meet across the room,

It all feels like spring and flowers bloom.

Is this what they mean by butterflies?

Loving someone comes with a huge price.

 

Being unaware of God's plans,

Not once did I pray with joined hands.

Maybe that's why I am here crying in my room,

Spring never came, and the flowers didn't bloom.

 

Perhaps it was more than just our fate,

Perhaps I was nothing more than bait.

Or perhaps, in love, heartbreak is the price.

For you needed more, and I couldn't suffice.

 

So, here I am writing about us, smiling,

While the endless memories started dialing,

The moments we've had, once, together,

Loving you in silence was lighter than a feather.

 

Now you're just a shadow of time long gone,

Yet, like dusk, I'll recall you with every dawn,

And when at night I miss you and those lullabies,

My face has a smile, but my heart always cries.

 

Maybe someday my mind will let this all go,

When my heart smiles, my face might cry though,

Of the heartbreak I had with a pinch of pain,

I will cut off my hands if I ever reach for you again.

 

- Taruna Ghera.