The one-sided game

It's been a year now since I committed the biggest mistake of my life,
I wonder if there exists an exit to this endless way of moving on.

I remember the things that I used to love,
The pavement that linked the house of knowledge with the house of faith,
One end of which homed my Alma mater,
Another end of which homed the temple of Lord Shiva,

I was committed to going there at the same time each day,
I miss the lush green lane, the smell of the petrichor and shine of the rainbow,
I miss the rings of the bells, songs of the birds and the chant of the prayers,
Amidst of all, I miss the beautiful smile of the one who greeted me every day,
I believed that even she was committed to coming to the same place, at the same time.

I asked for commitment, she yearned for separation,
I talked about beauty, she saw the ugliness,
I preached for love, she granted me hatred,
And when all your prayers are unheard, you realize,
Love is supposed to be a two-sided game,
But hatred is and will always be a one-sided game.

Shakespeare was wrong,
Neither the world is a stage,
Nor are we meant to be in a play,
Cause, you cannot create an alternative ending,
You cannot create another version of the same story,
It was meant to end the way it did,
And you are forced to carry the weight throughout your life.

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