Heaven

I have to let you go,
The time made me realise,
Nothing else matters more than your peace
And mine too,
Mine starts with you, after all.
This is heaven, you know.
The kind that welcomes those who failed in love,
The kind that cherishes the good days,
I am finding it hard somehow,
I can’t describe how it’s been,
Looking at my grief stricken bed,
To make peace with you, not being here,
How far do I have to go,
This pursuit has been eating me from within,
This mental anguish of your picture
Engraved in my head,
It hurts though, for a while,
I want to let it hurt,
At least you will be in my head in some kind of way, At least I can see your face in my mind everyday,
But the revelation that you have gone,
That I have to face all of this heaven alone,
Makes me misunderstand what I wanted,
And what I made you out to be,
It is alright now,
Because all of what happened,
It was a way for me,
To see,
To believe,
Not everything comes out to be a perfect story,
But some things in themselves have their own glory.

-Sarvasva

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Sarvasva is a young 20-year-old poet, who started writing four years ago. He expresses what he feels should be on paper, keeping his approach simple and authentic.

Moreover, he was amongst the shortlisted performers of our Open Mic Night.

Art: Nikolai Alexandrovich Yaroshenko – The Prisoner (1878)