Is it about the people we lost along the way, or the lessons we learned?
With every passing day, I wonder, what if everybody I met along the way had stuck by me till today?
Life would simply be so grey. All the shades in the canvas would fade.
We love some and lose some, but is it really about love, or what we learned?
The sky would never be the same. Every sunset would feel different.
Through ups and downs, through scars and memories,
The fragments of everyone I have ever loved linger in distant memory.
Maybe these memories do not exist in the light at the end of the tunnel.
Maybe the dark path down that road is a universe of its own.
In a world split into black and white,
We never fit into curated definitions,
But instead lived in a morally grey lie,
In a palace built through memories of a nonexistent solace.
Who are we, if not for the things we love, the things we know, and the places we have been to?
Every loss and every gain has left me something to keep,
Bits and pieces of what makes me whole.
It is about holding on to these little pieces and remembering the love that once burned all night.
Now, all that is left is a pile of ashes.
But from ashes come memories that I will treasure for life.
In the end, it is all about being life’s muse
And letting people play the role they were meant to play.
Not everyone stays, but not everyone leaves.
Shivani Arvind 