To my dearest love: Try? Well, It's a good place to start. See, I too wish to adapt and let, The sun, The storm, live out their wrath. Wait for the calm, the one you promised, But how can you hope for this so hard? When both of us have a lonely path, Ahead of us, but you chose it, didn't you? Oh, the uncertainty of it all. You must know that it's not the world, That makes me feel unsafe. It's the cruelty of being alone I was not made to survive that way. And now you have become like the first home I had, Do you know what happened to it? Neither do I, every day its memory fades. I guess, one day I'll look at you the same, A home that cannot contain. My love, don't be sorry for my fallacy You're not one to blame. Or that our lives have become Like the banks of a river, parallel, Yet not the same. I do hope that you can carry A part of me in your heart But I must ask you To never look for me again For I am afraid, You will not find the person You once recognized, Won't that be a shame? From the bottom of my heart, Someone whose soul is wretched -Maniksha