To remind a remorse.

Thank you, must be said
For staying mum on you.
From treacherous nights to dark days
You have me to thank.
For letting you remain to the world,
The best lover, the best writer, the best person.
You have me to thank
For the endless questions unasked
For accepting the unsaid apology.
Of living in your details, when I was a blur.

A friend often explains cognitive science,
How whatever is, implies to certain facts.
Those facts keep me aloof on certain days.
You have me to thank,
For not letting curses reach you.
For silently staying put,
For quiet pathetic, pathetic despair,
For mountainous hope until a while ago,
Of losing me and finding me by the self,
when it was the only way.

You have me to thank
For letting you be to the world
What you portray
And what I buried,
Trying to stay on the surface
Before it drowned me too deep.
To go on,
Without the gratitude.

Yet, thank you, must you say.


© Deekshita Srinivas
  12:26 
  Bangalore

( just finished smiling at the Boston memories a year ago, at everything I am grateful for.)