His heart rippled of the hypnotic lore,
That she told him years before.
And while the world danced in rhyme,
He was stuck in stagnant time.
Hoping that the agony would fade,
He hid his tears behind facade.
His mind had formed an insidious chain,
Garlanding together his clandestine pain.
He shunned the roads she had taken,
But never said "she was mistaken".
For all our lives is what we choose,
To this he had chosen recluse.
On insomniac nights he explored the past,
But was always melt down by the blissful holocaust.
His scars evergreen, his heart bled,
He kept on breathing but was long dead.
Life still gambled with his devoted love,
Depraved, he could never have enough.
But with her name swam helplessly,
A million hours of anxiety.
Long before she crossed to part,
But her love crucified his heart.
Love and hate had formed a crack,
He knew he could never fill back.
At times he sat at the fragrant shore,
That smelt of her presence long before.
Their meeting place was still his pilgrimage,
His love it seemed had triumphed age.
The broken promises and the lost word,
A thousand feelings turned absurd.
But that her love was still his air,
Remained with him, his souvenir.
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Poetree
PoetryA compilation of poems on issues like human trafficking, war , racism etc. written by Shuvam Roy. I hope you read and enjoy it, please give it a try. :)
