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YOU CHANGED

Well, I did not do any thing yet you developed ego.
IF IT’S JEALOUSY, KNOW THAT IF IT IS ABOUT MONEY;
You can’t compete, for I have earned you.
IF IT IS ABOUT THE ADMIRATION THAT IS BEING BESTOWED.
How would you compete, for you shaped the clay, I stand upon.
IF IT IS ABOUT MY INSECURITIES.
Know that, every day I pray to Lord that this togetherness always exists.
IF IT IS ABOUT MY SIMPLICITY.
Know that I am connected only with the one who is the simplest of all.
Yes, I see all the shades of you but when you turn back to me. 
You are always in your soul which is always pure.
IF IT ABOUT MY FEAR OF LOSING YOU.
Why shouldn’t I be, is there another you?
IF YOU FEEL THAT I WILL SAIL THROUGH YOUR SUCCESS.
If you think I sail on your success,
Know that I walk where your shadows rest.
I won’t rise to take your place,
I stand behind and watch your grace.
IF YOU DOUBT MY LOYALTY AND INTEGRITY.
Don’t do that, trust me the way I trust you.
IF MY PRESENCE BECOMES OVER INDULGENCE.
Yes, I realise so. Yes, I realise so.
But if I will mend my ways, I fear that I will change.
But I shall so remain!
IF IT IS ABOUT MY BEING A BARRIER.
Know that your smile always brings cheer.
What makes you happy becomes my priority.
IF IT IS A QUESTION THAT WHAT IT IS!
Know that not every closeness must be named,
not every fire is love proclaimed.
Some constellations share one sky.
yet never ask the reason why.
We are the principles, values and ethics.
Perfectly near and perfectly far.
Unwritten lines that always align.
If you still search for what this means,
hear me beyond the usual scenes—
this is not a tale of hearts that claim,
nor a borrowed title, nor a fleeting flame.
What binds us breathes in quieter air,
like blood that knows, like roots that share.
And though I speak in careful art,
no one stands closer to my heart.
I tried my best to know what made you change.
For I did nothing there’s still some blame.


Copyright © Nisha Dhaka | Year Posted 2026

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