Sweet

I came across a greet

Which was actually so sweet

The voice was a soft treat

For my ears to hear in repeat.

"Mishti" as they called her,

Her voice which never failed to empower

The depressed ones in despair

To sail all the way to recover.

I befriended her for her melody,

Realising her power to overcome tragedy

And kept myself always ready

To assist in her thesis of comedy.

But little did I realise later

That her words were not always a setter,

But sometimes also a narrator

Of softness towards a potential hater.

The always enchanting glee

Slowly started to flee

At the sight or text of me

To escape everything of mine to see.

A raw text of "hi" would take hours,

Followed by days, months and years.

And would eventually get to pierce

The bond which once desired to be so fierce.

I was quite shocked,

But not more than being ignored,

As the silence soared 

And the drums of my emotions roared.

I soon gave her a call,

But the discussion slowly began to fall

Like a batsman defending stumps as a wall

So ignorant, so dull.

I took the lead in the voice

With four fifth words spoken by my choice

But it had little for her to rejoice,

Since, to her, it was just noise.

I still anticipated from her a reply,

She said "wow" and then "bye".

The echo was hollow, lost in the sky

As I was left wondering- why, why, why.

The "bye" was a harmonious tune

Capable of sending anyone to the mind's moon,

But it was rather too soon

Similar to snowfall in the month of June.

I felt dejected and desolate,

But understood that not all heroes wear a cape

As the departure became a boon quite late

Forcing me to get out of the gate.

I worked and worked for money and fame,

Slowly rising up the pedestral to claim,

As self respect is a gentleman's game,

With nobody allowed to disrupt the domain.

Until my actions slowly got noticed,

By the same person who got pissed,

Her eyes now speaking more than flattered,

The hypergamy revealed, the fakeness scattered.

Did I not get the point now?

Yes, I did. So I didn't blush at her "wow",

As it was just a medium to sow

Her seeds for her ladder to grow.

When we cultivate, we use pesticides

To prevent invasion by insects and mice,

Similarly to control our lives,

We need autonomy over our dice.

I learnt the lesson, she rightly got it.

Her excuses? They didn't seem fit -

But yes, they did get a hard hit

As ego failed this time to retreat.

So friends, keep working hard and hard

Until you make wealth - fast and absurd.

But not to forget, in the route to succeed

Peace of mind and clarity is all you need.

- by Sakshar Das 

20th November, 2024