I always wonder why you left so quickly in our first problem. I thought maybe it's because our relationship wasn't deep as i thought? or maybe im just someone that looks easy to abandon, or maybe... i was too dumb to see that the problem is actually big?
I don't really mean to compare but I wondered why you didn't fight like he did? Why didn't you fight for us like he did? Then maybe... Everything would still be the same.
But honestly, Did we really end? Because the day we both called it off, my mind couldn't process it, until today.. I was so used to being with you. You were the sunshine in my rainy world, the moon that gave me peace at night whenever i look at it. Even through you're no longer part of my life. I still feel like you do.. I tried to deny that i didn't love you and that really... i was just used to you but my feelings said otherwise. Years passed and i think im starting to feel okay...?
Hello sir, I hate you from the bottom of my heart but also thank you.. I hate our memories. Whenever i think of them i feel like a knife is slowly cutting through my heart but because the memories came from you. I feel like it's okay. Because it's you..
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@mirakee thank you so much for the POD! It's a real honour and a delight. And thank you for everyone who took a moment read this slice of history from my home town.
Hey, guys. I know it's been a while. Sorry, I couldn't read your magical pieces. University has started, so I won't be able to be here as frequently as I used to, but I'll definitely come around as soon as I get some free time. Thank you for asking @heartsease@fairytales_@asmita_chakraborty I was really touched by the gesture.
And a few words about the Fort. This is one of the most stunning vistas in Galle, Sri Lanka, which is incidentally, my home town. ________________________________________________
THE OLD FORT
The old Fort stands
By the edge of the coast
As the waves smash against
Her moss covered stone walls
Those proud greying walls
Worn smooth from centuries
The ruined battlements still remain
Nestled between the fallen towers
Where the canons used to stand
Oh, the cannons!
How the fort misses them
Her own majestic children
Now all tucked away
In the dusty alcoves
Of the unvisited museum
The clock tower is silent
It's bells haven't rung in years
The broken clock face
Where no one's eyes rest
What she wouldn't give
To hear the bells again...
To feel the resounding heartbeat
Of the footfalls of marching soldiers
Upon stone pavements of her skin
Of course she's heard that war is wrong
And maybe there's truth in that
After all, she still hasn't forgotten
The combined scent of blood and sweat
That soaked through her earth
A long, long time ago
But war has been her life
The only time she's felt alive
Her songs mingled with battle cries
Her soul flying along the crimson standards
Her own halcyon days
Written in the ink of battle
Now nothing remains
Of those glory days
Instead, there are crying children
And flustered mothers buying ice creams
The regal soldiers at attention
Replaced with flower filled pavements
And quaint little tea shops
The place where the squadron's flag stood
Rippling in the air with victory
Is now the backdrop
For the "#'@" selfies