Habits : A Poem

 

Habits

Without leaving any scars 

Any traces of your malice

You go your way

I want to clamor

But my voice is lost

You took my words with you

And a piece of myself too

Infamy can't change it

Truths are often feign

Loving you was an old habit

And old habits die hard

Holidays remind me of you

Blazing is what you made me feel

One more spark would aflame me

Just like your faded picture

That's what our love was, 

Anemic and antique. 

Now I have a habit

Nascent and strange

I have an entity 

One you never wanted me to have

An unconfined soul

It can't be seized by your malignity 

For love is not what we had

Just an atrophy of time

Love is what I have now

A possession dazzling and dainty

Cheerfulness and a warm sunset

Not a feeling of downfall

Just utter acceptance

Bliss that never gets old

Habits might be old or new

Time is just a rule

Old habits have to die

To make room for those anew

This is the fin my old friend

A closure it may seem

End of the line for my old habits

Old habits need to be killed

Mai

Authored by: Maitrayee Tambat