Forget – Hearts Still Care

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Published on August 23, 2020 by Harpreet ChhachhiaLeave a comment

Life goes on and I have begun to smile –

That smile even fools me for a while.

For a moment, I forget I am lost –

I forget what that smile really cost.

For many people love and want me still,

In the future, there will be more who will.

But, now the smile may linger on my face;

Though it is not true; it is some grace.

It knows how quick most love tends to forget

And the smile hardens quickly with regret.

Family looks on, as public, and knows

That smile long forsook what it shows.

But it’ll linger (tears aren’t well met by all

So, in dark, they will continue to fall).

In light, the smile sparkles on Instagram

And pretends, my dear, to not give a damn.

So Be It

Published on July 4, 2020July 4, 2020 by Harpreet ChhachhiaLeave a comment

I wonder how have you moved on so fast,
Like no love ever links you to the past?
I wonder about those long talks we had:
Some that were happy and some that were sad.
All those tender moments we shared in time:
Some that became yours, those that remain mine:
Chocolates and roses, gifts of feeling,
And quarrels that led to tears and healing.
Yes, I did want much more than what you gave,
In a lifetime of loss, I wanted to save
You and I, from the manacles of fate
Standing right around our home’s very gate.
Some say the depression I now face
Is because I choose to give suffering space;
But my love remains for eternity –
Even if you wish to have no more of me.
Maybe the world beyond now holds more appeal:
Being woke and savage bestows a zeal
That old fashioned emotion fails to match –
And all that you choose to do is detach.

So be it. Forget me now. Forget it all.
Leave what you believe is a thrall.
Run through society and her glamour.
In time, you will learn to berate and damn her.
I’ve been through an understanding of loss,
I’ve suffered wrong upon life’s turn and toss.
I tried. Oh, how I tried to make you see!
I wished to save you from what was wrought on me.
But I failed. Maybe trying was wrong to do –
Much like me going on loving you.
Forget me, as you think it’s all your choice.
Pour the wine, rebel, revel and rejoice.
But heed the ticking clock of Father Time;
Lest years from now, as you sit down to dine,
And see a movie that we held hands through,
You realise just what I was for you.