The War of Guilt
We both stand with swords in our hand,
Fighting the war of who gets the guilt.
Having a history of winning that prize everytime, I look at your face which has a hint of mockery.
Yes, my incompetence amuses you.
But darling, you'll never know how those absurd emotions which we planted in our yard have grown and entangled me,
To a length that I capitulated myself to you.
You won't understand 'cause you had uprooted that plant long before it can even breathe the sunlight.
So I, your inept foe is here once again in the battle ground.
Do you remember that I said I'll demolish anyone who'll try to enter my fortress?
It's a misery that I made you an exception.
Amendment has to be done.
You're gibing at me as if you think you're the invincible,
Maybe it's time to break your castle of glass.
Today I won't kneel before you.
The guilt is yours,
It has always been.
This self condemnation has killed me for decades and never let my wounds turn dry.
So now my love, I want a redemption.
I've been agonised enough,
Therefore, there isn't a place for new scars.
Your oblivion convulses me;
The oblivion of your destruction.
You know the worst part?
I would've pardoned you if an apology was slipped through the creaked gates--
Or if once you would've said that this guilt isn't mine.
But who am I kidding?
The Great you.
I've cried river to grow the branches that engulfed me,
It's time to dry up the floods.
So, shall we begin the war?