AN ENCOUNTER WITH MY COUSIN
To you, who had a gauzy tie on your right wrist,
To you, who had taken an oath of protecting me till the end,
To you, whom I worshipped as my ideal hero,
To you, whom I admired who than my birth givers,
To you, my dear brother, I just want to you,
You were wrong!
Yes you were wrong!
I cried, I regretted, I accused myself!
But no! I was not the culprit,
You were surely!
You ruined my soul,
You ruined my integrity,
You ruined me!
Those hands which were meant to heal me up,
You used those to devastate me,
Those ugly lone encounters with you,
Those ugly strewn meetings with you,
Sometimes under the bed, sometimes in the washroom,
And sometimes by making me believe that
Yes! You love me!
Ah! I remember all of them,
Though I was six,
And you tore apart as a flesh
As if it was your duty and you had to perform it.
I was broken, pissed off, depressed, alone
Fighting a battle which had no victory,
Wanting to re-live my childhood
But no!
This is what, I was!
What I am today is a totally different deal and you cannot think of it even in your dreams...
I'm an explosion box today!
With lessons which makes me confident,
With energy which makes me live,
With enthusiasm which makes me lit,
With courage which makes me prosperous,
With that darn positivity which has killed all the demons of past,
And will even kill you if you ever try to come back.
©Rishika Sinha
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