When Realization Broke Up With Me
Shibangi Das, currently pursuing her graduation, likes to write poems often and mostly she puts life into emotions and non-living objects.
I wondered about the realization
What is it actually?
Is it a coward?
Because whenever needed
It always hides itself
Behind the stormy tides
That devastates everything in seconds.
But then out of nowhere
one day it came out
and stood in front of me very proudly.
When at that moment I got up
to spat all my anger on it,
the next moment
I got denatured
and with all sorts of kind thoughts
I got nourished.
Closed eyes gave out
drizzle of tears
and my guilt-ridden voice
built for it (the realization)
a mountain of questions,
“Why you never came before?”
Was I too bad to be understood?
Why you left me all alone?
Why didn’t you distract me
from the wrong path
and led me to the one that’s good?”
Heaving a sigh
it told me
why he did all this,
“Because we value those things the most
which we often take for granted
when they temporarily vanish."
"It is not like
I have never come to you before
I was always by your side,
but you never noticed me or say
I was less prioritized than the others."
"So I had to walk off
to make you realize my importance
and life’s beauty
within the cruel reality too.”
I ran towards it
and hugged it as tightly as I could,
“Now enough of your tricks
I understood how much I need you.
Now promise me
you will never leave me alone
and I promise you the same too.”
“I promise”
we both echoed
and with happiness and satisfaction
we both glowed.
© 2020 Shibangi Das