IT

It stays quiet

But its silence speaks.

And it lives on

But not like before.

It never leaves your side.

It loves you and it cares.

Because it lost you before

And wished to find you again.

But does its wish come true?

You can say best.

Because it never judged.

But you did.

It can give up the world.

It can give up its bread.

It can balance you against the world.

And you would still be heavier.

But ‘you’ are not ‘it’.

It had lost you forever.

But it didn’t give up.

May be it was wrong.

It is not a gift.

It is not what you wanted.

Ignore it and hurt it.

It stays quiet and numb.

May be it loses to Fate again.

May be it is cursed forever

Never to find you.

But it still tries and tries.

It was burned and bruised.

And battered by Fate.

It looked for someone.

And it was you.

But it was a different you.

That is what it thought.

You looked through it then.

So what stops you now?

Was it too much for you?

You never expected it.

It is your pillar, you say.

Then why do you break it?

You forget it.

But it never does.

It is just a child.

So it just cries.

It trusted you blindly

Because it was blind.

It still trusts you blindly.

Now that it is not.

And when it is gone,

Then you will feel for it.

What it had been

And what it had felt.

Is it a stranger?

But it sacrificed it.

It was not it for you.

But you were you for it.