Vyapti's Dreamland - Page 42

Go away from my home.

I will rip your picture into pieces.

What?

To throw you away from my home

I will have to return

Whatever you have given me?

Is that even possible?

How do I give you back

The support you had given me

When I had almost lost my mind,

When everyone turned against me?

How do I give back the poems

That seem to be written by me

But only flowed because you listened?

How do I give back the joy I got

From likes and comments?

How do I take back

The years-old chronic back pain

That fell away like a dry leaf

After being exhausted, defeated, helpless,

I asked you to take charge

So that I would not remain unbathed

For weeks?

How do I give back the ornaments

That you gifted me?

They are so costly.

Oh, so much money!

The trip that you gifted me,

The breathing under open sky—

Should I return that too?

The courage to break rules,

The strength to fight against

Those I am supposed to respect,

The mischief of making fun

At my own pain—

Is there an end to the things

That I should return to you?

But don't worry, dear.

Love, gratitude, loyalty, truthfulness—

These are not my forte.

So I will not return a thing

That you have given me.

Now, go away from my home.

I will rip your picture into pieces.