Hard Earned Freedom

I thought that the break-up would set me free.

Free from the cliches, from the exaggerated displays of affection.

And from the obligations of uncomfortably long night calls.

But to tell you my true thoughts was a Herculean task.

hence I turned to an old friend, best in her class,

Some call her liquid courage, others call her moonshine.

Thanks to her, with her help I ended it at last.

I had been feeling guilty ever since,
Why? That had been an unanswered question.
Finally she gave me the solution last night,
I thank her for that conversation.


That feeling, the guilt, was rooted in her love,
And now its finally gone.
Thanks for hating me so much!
What hurts is the way you set me free,
Too bad that you never followed me.


You could have been remembered as an innocent childhood crush,
But its you who chose the oblivion's curse.
I will not throw away the diary you gave me,
And those cards and those flowers, they still seem so fresh.
But I will make sure that
They get covered with dust.

I could never love you.
And I am afraid that I won't be able to reciprocate your hatred too.


Its actually weird how love inspired the guilt,
And how hatred brought an end to my apprehensions.
Now fill my glass till the brim,
tonight I drink To my long awaited freedom.