The Door

Keeping the door open, doesn’t necessarily mean
That I expect you to walk back in…

For gone are those days
where I would hug my pillow,
wet & drenched in tears
screaming for redemption from you & my thoughts.

Keeping the door open, doesn’t necessarily mean
That I want you back…

For gone are those days
In which I would phase out, into the corners of universe’s 
That I never knew existed.

A realm, where I was in control of time itself,
A place where I could manipulate to play ,pause & rewind
Those multitudes of singularities in moments
That you gifted me & passed on.

Keeping the door open, doesn’t necessarily mean
That I am over you…

For I never will, nor will I ever try.

Keeping the door open, just means that…
Finally, I am at peace with myself!!
From things that once were and are no more.

Keeping the door open, just means that…
I have gained the ability to walk past
with no regrets ,with no tears but a smile on my lips,
and revisit that little door ,whenever I want..

And this you must know….

For now you are one among my doors & not my only door.

-Rj
21.11.2016

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