New Release by Shashi Tharoor
  • Meera


Updated: Sep 2, 2020

Some friendships that need to put full stops

For putting me at a spot where evilness hops;

I start a cheerful day expecting to win

But always someone reminds me of my old sin;

It is the old wounds that are unhealed and fresh

People keep rubbing them till my heart is oppressed;

Too sensitive I withdraw inside my shell

Either I pretend I am not hurt or I make sure I rebel;

I block all my old ties I shun they smear

They taunt me and bring back my despair;

They say I am a loser and will sink more to the low

They say someone will be better than me till the end of life’s show;

Each time I bounce back and manage a feat

They bring back sad memories and push me to defeat;

When I share my happiness and gleefully smile

They shrug it off as nothing and open my sadness file;

They say they are my friends and well meaning folks

Yet they never celebrate my success, my defeat gives them happiness in truck loads;

They don’t wish me birthdays/ luck/wellness or reply to my texts

Yet want me to endure being ignored/ envied, like doormat till ego inflates to their chests;

Once when I declare I have had enough and will endure no more pain

They complain behind me to each other that I am the reason for their disdain;

They point fingers at me tell me I m so lame

And that I mean nothing and it’s such a shame;

I shout out I am something and I deserve better

I finally part with them with my last letter;

Friends are the family that we choose for ourselves- if so where did I falter?

Why am I always used and left at the alter;

Maybe it was only friendship one side

What the truth is who will decide?

It was too suffocating to be so much in touch

Maybe my expectations were little too much;

While I recollect good memories and forget the bad ones

They would still sulk at memories and hold on to bad ones;

So many relationships spoiled and damaged due to ego games

Still people forget the goodness and remember their enemy names;

There is so much evil in heart of the ones who hold on to hate

No matter even if you go back to mend they will never open their heart’s gate;

They will never know what they did wrong and will put you in the blame

So bending backwards for them would really be so lame !

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