Move On

Moving on?
Oh dear God what that is?
To not expect the calls you don't anyway get.
To not have the urge to beg, yes the word is 'beg'.
To not cry when Mom asks 'how is the weather at your end'.
To stop depressing your forever there friends.
And how?

Move on!
Bad songs.
Bad poems.
Bad alcohol.
Move on!
And how?!


Moved on?
Oh dear heart I know what that is!
To ignore the existence of your 'old' pink.
To claim your life has also changed for worse, in a blink.
To indulge in work and ignore their tears.
To push down love and pull up fear.
And how?

-Abhishikta