My Last Love Letter - A Short Story

My Last Love Letter

Poem Dedications...one of the most delightfull gifts!

We see a lot of times we lose the people we love most. Only because we're too busy being arrogant or just too busy with ourselves. We fail to be there for the ones we love, in their times of need. Distracted with all the fake emotions the people show us, we forget the ones who really be there when we need. Someone wrote this for me once...maybe you'll connect with it.
(This is the first time I'm sharing something personal with you guys. I hope you enjoy it, you're my readers, and I would like to share this with you guys.)

So Incomplete Without You

By Shreye Mehtani

(Dedicated to Deepa Goyal)

Its about the time
When I started facing the world,
So fake, so insecure, so dark.
For the ones who are lost, like me
Punched, stabbed & kicked away
Don't know what to find. where to stay.
It was then, when I found you, staring,
I dont know what at, me
or the mud people threw on my face.
You wiped away the tears, the mud,
The webs that entangled my mind.
To recollect whatever was left far behind.
When I could upright & fight.
I couldnt see beyond the domain of revenge
And I never realized, your hand was slipping
And now when you are gone. I regret.
And realize, what stands true.
The fact, that I'm so incomplete without YOU.

Detachement, is it really worth it?

While detachment is so glorified in Bhagwad Gita and also other books, and after all the effort it takes to be really detached, is it really worth it? Is it really a good feeling to feel nothing about some things?
We don't hate somebody. And we don't like them. And yet we interact and we never care about them. Is that good? Or is that hollow? The nothingness of it.
Maybe detachment specifically applied can be a good thing. We can be detached about the outcome and work hard and just look forward to whatever we get. We can not-care about what critics say. We can love and not mind if we're not loved back. But at the end of it, is it really okay to not to be loved back? How long can we tolerate that? Without a reward to inspire, will we still be interested in working for something?
Passion is an important aspect in our actions. But how can passion be irrespective of demands or desires? If we don't want something, we can't be passionate about it. If we're passionate how can we be detached to it?
We want it, we are attached. Directly.