Traps.

How terribly selfish I must seem
To want something beyond reach,
A star yearning for another
One across several galaxies,
Tides drawn towards the moon
Still bound to the earth’s gravity,
How silly it must be
To sit on the rocks by the shores,
Waiting for who shall never return,
Missing a love that never came to be.
How precious it must be
To write the stars in the sky,
Against all that has ever been,
In the hopes they someday might,
Writing stories that we’ll never read,
Left behind for ages to come;
Our pages turning yellow,
Memories fading to grey,
How hopeless it is to want
A love that might never come our way.
How patient must you be?
You’ve been waiting forever now,
Why do you long for treasure
That was long lost to the sea?
Some gold stays better buried,
We’re better off yearning than cursed;
The pearl that could have rained fortunes
Was tossed back to the ocean, after all—
So how much longer must we hold on?
How many times must we still fall?
The same old traps have different names,
The same old pain and the same old fall.

~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.

I’ve been going through a range of emotions in the last couple of weeks and I couldn’t really find an outlet for all of them because it’s not really as easy as it seems. I wrote this poem in a daze, to be honest. I don’t even know how it wrote itself and how I could find the words that make this poem what it is right now, but I am glad I could do it. I hope that we all find a way to let go of things that aren’t really helping us get anywhere. It’s far better to hold on to things that do, as long as we aren’t banking too heavily on them. I hope you like reading this poem!
Yours truly,
The Shubhster. Xx

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