In conversation with 2008

Her journey with you has been intriguing
Infinite facets to her being, you made her discover
Up and down, the roller-coaster you took her
So heady was the trip, she is yet to recover

Lonely were the roads that you took her down
Mystified and numb, she traversed the twisted lane
When she stumbled, you smirked at her helplessness
She simply shrugged and started walking again

Relationships, she realized, were not meant for her
More cynical she got as every promise got broken
Four years, six months, there is always a shelf life
Forever and eternity were nothing but an illusion

Walking out on the shackles she had entrapped herself in
Freedom she discovered in you, both financial and otherwise
She grew up, and lost the endearing niceness about her
You taught her maturity, she became worldly-wise

Shutting out the muck that you were heaving at her
Within herself, she found the will to survive
A blue fluttering butterfly etched on her bosom
She celebrated her individuality, got branded for life

You showed her that altruism was just a myth
Barring a few people, she accepted she was alone
She took extensive retail therapy, spent loads on herself
Bought her first diamonds, a sexy cell-phone

You gave her reasons to dance and sing
Took her on trip to places, both familiar and new
Introduced her to new spirits, both literally and otherwise
Overwhelmed her into writing, of her encounters with you

So much she lost with you, that she lost all count
This one year at one time felt like eternity
So much she found with you, that it made her grateful
Most of all for the eventual resurrection of an identity

Self-restraint you forced on her, with the surge of illnesses
She let go of chocolates and chicken, things she absolutely loved
Yet she has been stable and numb in the last few weeks with you
Probably it’s because of the bizarre cynicism she embraced

Today you hand her over to her new companion
She bids you farewell, her fingers clasped in prayer
The quiet comfort and happiness she felt on New Year’s eve
She wonders if it will always be there