It’s Still There …



it is still there; 
what I thought I had long forgotten. 
thrown in some dark corner of the mind, 
unattended, unfed, left to die, 
covered with creepers of hatred. 

somehow, it managed to survive, 
clean, unaffected by the creeper. 
It's still breathing, 
as if the dark corner of the mind 
did not have any adverse effect on its survival.

that feeling, 
i had tried to get rid with; 
bury somewhere I would not be able to find. 
i did not know 
it will take only a call from you 
to break down the wall 
between the accessible 
and the forbidden part of the mind. 

i did not know that your voice 
would resonate in the chambers of the heart, 
making each and every string vibrate, 
replaying the sound of music 
played years ago 
when I had met you for the first time.

and, to tell you the truth -
despite all my attempts 
to get you out of my head, 
to ignore your presence in my thoughts, 
i did not know I would love to hear your voice 
and feel concerned about the hardships of your life.

i also did not know 
that the long forgotten song of love 
would make me feel delighted 
and not hurt with pain of loss.



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Books by Arti Honrao

Depression is REAL

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