I recently went to a shrine and got a thread—*mannat ka dhaga*, to be exact. When it came time to wish, I pondered what to ask,
And I thought of you, my heart’s hidden task. I wished for your peace and longed for a chance,
To meet one last time, to talk and to dance.
To understand why you left, why you’re gone,
But I know such a prayer might be too far drawn. So, I made a second wish, simple yet true:
If you can't find me, I hope love finds you.
Someone who warms the coldest of nights,
Who makes your heart sing and sets your soul alight. I promised myself that if I saw you with another,
I’d cut this thread, knowing someone could love you better.
I tied the bright string ‘round my wrist, so tight,
The orange and red clashed with my blue in the night. As I drifted to sleep, thoughts of you swirled,
The weight of this love felt heavy, unfurled.
But I loosened the knot, hoping one day,
This love would grow soft and slip gently away,
For the burden is much, and I long to be free,
From a thread that reminds me of what used to be.
