I pick my pen to write
Just not about hate love this time
As I am no judge of his behaviour
To blame him is only hurting self dear

Leave his memories behind
They were good times
This is what I try to accept
Free will is the basic concept

I know I was in good hands
Might land with better one
But writing and cursing him
Is only damaging my own self

Saying yes to dishonest germs
Conscious disapproving such terms
Nothing was wrong more than my yes
I don’t think I should take stress

Actually am feeling light
Writing about not stressing feels delight
Shifting focus to what is right
Changes are necessary
Going to grab a chocolate bite 🙂

©Kritika