The Final Dance
She never spoke to me, And all I could talk about was her. She moved on in front of me, And even after years, I haven’t. People ask me why I started writing these broken blogs now, after 5 years, And that, my friend, kept me wondering the same. Then it clicked: maybe my mind never left 2018. Now that I'm here, living alone, my mind is finally coming back to reality—maybe it's processing or trying to move on from that heartbreak. I think the problem with men in love is that they want to replicate exactly how they once felt. By the time they realize they've lost that feeling, it’s too late. And it’s not coming back. That feeling, that want—it’s strange. But then I remembered something. It’s rightfully quoted in the Bhagavad Gita, Chapter 2, Verse 27: "jātasya hi dhruvo mṛityur dhruvaṁ janma mṛitasya cha tasmād aparihārye ’rthe na tvaṁ śhochitum arhasi" Death is certain for one who has been bo...