YOUR NOTEBOOK

If you wish to close my chapter,

And forget me once for ever,

Then scorch the notebook,

 In which you have written my name,

 With much affection.

 But I know, you can't do it

 As it’s a herculean task for a heart

 That once claimed to have loved.

Better bury the notebook,

On your backyard deep,

And build a beautiful tomb over it.

But this too is not a permanent solution,

To your aspiration,

As there is every possibility,

 That you will dig it out,

Whenever my memory will make you weep.

I give you one complete solution,

To become free from my connections.

You tear apart that notebook,

Into illegible tiny pieces,

And flow them in the pious Ganges.

Then take seven dips,

 For the salvation of my spirit,

 Come home; change the curtains,

 Paint your walls with new colours,

 And resume writing new rhymes.