Cottage Chronicles

Crater

Sometimes, you feel and believe

That you have heeled the wounds

you bore, as a child, as a warrior.

You even convince yourself

In the absence of scars

That maybe the blow hadn't hurt anyway.

Maybe it's your mind's play.

And sometimes, the ones who'd stabbed you

Strike again, but with a different weapon this time.

And you bleed and bleed and bleed,

Untill you realise it was none other,

But the snake you forgave.

Chronicles of the past days,

Wake up from their grave.

The pages of blood I once buried,

Reappear as pages of tears before my face.

You struck me once,

Line on stone,

I rubbed it, erased it.

I forgot and forgave.

But you strike me again,

Wound my soul.

And now I can't forgive, so I can't forget.

It's a crater on the moon,

I'll see it even on the new moon days.

I dont need to wait for the judgement day,

I welcome karma with my open hands,

And a smile of flowerbeds.

But when the sky strikes for me,

How will you welcome her in your mansion of gold

Built upon the skeletons you stabbed?

How would then, you ever be able to forget?