Behind My Back

 

Behind My Back

Tak kusangka—
the smile was only borrowed light,
while in the shadows
my name was being broken
into cruel syllables.

I stood there,
thinking we were building trust,
while you were building stories—
sharp, glittering lies
thrown quietly at my back.

It hurts—
not because the words are heavy,
but because they came
from a mouth
that once called me friend.

If there is justice in the turning sky,
let karma walk its patient road.
Let every whisper return
to the lips that shaped it.
Let truth rise
like morning—
inevitable and bright.

As for me—
may I be guarded
by unseen hands of mercy.
May every evil intention
dissolve before it reaches my door.
May the traps set in darkness
collapse under their own weight.

O Protector of wounded hearts,
distance me from cruel souls,
from smiling daggers,
from honeyed poison.

If they choose shadows,
let me choose light.
If they throw stones,
let me grow wings.

And one day—
when the wind carries my name again,
may it carry it clean,
untouched,
and stronger than before.