The Poetess and the Madman Who Loved Her.

So is it important to judge ?

Is it important to bring down a conscience and destroy a being ?

Are second chances never meant to be given ?

Forsaking everything you had, is it fine to pine and perish in the eternal hells of love ?

Once you could drink the stars holding his hand and walk on the seas.

Once you wrote songs together, creating and destroying worlds with your words together.

Once you saw all your life in that moment when you looked into his eyes.

Once reasons ceased to matter and life felt endless in every second.

Once you held hands and walked by the Ghats of a city that you both loved and named your children.

Once you argued Dali, Wilde, Ray, Tagore and returned to one another's arm as the night slept.

Once you dreamed dreams of a life where just the two of you existed.

Once you fell in love.

But now all that has changed.

and now, "love is so short. Forgetting is so long."

You bear a grudge against him, and he

On his part, doesn't care.

You dare not probe beneath the surface

For you wouldn't want to rekindle a dying flame.

Love is a strange word now.

Perhaps you don't remember what it means. How it feels.

And so,

It is important to judge.

It is important to bring down a conscience and destroy a being.

Is it ?