Off the Hook

Some feel it like an ice-cold blob

Hanging like a locket

While some feel it like an albatross

By the skeleton in the closet.

For some it lingers, down every corridor

Calling out their names.

Gliding by from door to door

As phantoms of unfounded shames.

Unfounded I say, unfounded it is

Yet we all disagree.

We fail to see that it’s what we

We ourselves want to believe.

This guilt, this shame from long time ago

From a time we rest forget.

But remember bits, etched on our skin

We scratch, but later regret.

Like the guilt we bear, of unrequited hugs

That we wish we could return.

Of a sibling, or son, we said did not deserve

And rendered forever to yearn.

Like spectacles or bracelets, of beads of carved wood
That residual love remained.

In the shadows of some nook, invisible to look

And innate, but delusional to sane.

Another year here, with yet another face

With a resemblance that rang some bell.

But we let it pass and hopped on to things

And ventured out of the shell.

Familiarity remains, still rings some bells

That the hug doesn’t fail to see.

And out pours out, with our love for the face

The hug that we owed to thee.

It is time, it is time, to ‘purge’ yourself up

Of the unfounded guilt you bleed.

And let yourself stand, by the mirror to see

Something that you should’ve believed.

That depthless love, like a debt of a broke

Never saw the face of closure.

We splurged that was left, for as long as it took,

Read as long as it took, forever.


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