Being a Hermit

Most times I find myself alone.

My best times are with myself.

Yet my world is surrounded by people.

People I love and cherish.

People who love me wholeheartedly as well.

People I make cameo appearances in their lives.

Whom we have shared best laughs and silent cries.

Who hold my heart dearly in theirs.

Whose hearts I hold dearly in mine.

Who appreciate even singular encounters that turned strangers into friends. Family. Lovers. Teachers. Learners. Acquaintances. Everything.

Being invited to share and be part of special moments is a daily.

Being able to honour every invitation is a rarity.

Today,

I accept that I cannot be all to all.

I cannot honour my most pressing need and not shatter another loved one’s hope or desire or plea.

Yet in all these needs, I honour the need to be myself wherever I land.

Coz I’m a hermit. We all are.

The first and last relationship, need, love I have is myself.

Love will be forgotten

A year’s gone past today

It’s still as vivid as exactly this day last year

A lot has happened,

I have healed, I haven’t forgotten

I remember the pain with every man that tells me

I love you

I pray I forget of its existence

Every look in the mirror I see it all over again

Imprisoned by a love I felt

Thought would last forever

God knows I try

With all my might to close the door

But how possible is it,

When the windows keep opening

In His time, I will forget

Until then,

Hold my head high

One step forward

It will be tomorrow again soon

And love will be forgotten.