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After Ten Years
You left him
without ever turning around
Or leaving cell number unchangeable
He cried out day and night
Years long enough stuck in pain
Pain lingers and it won’t leave you in peace If you keep skipping chances.
"This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something."
— Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love)
“For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.”
― D.H. Lawrence.
Your letter in Easter egg form was a treasure beyond measure
Now torn to pieces after ten years as if they were expired, never sent.
Your scent in T-shirt was perfume intoxicant
Now ten years a piece of garment desiccant
Old flames rekindled when ears stumble upon such names
He loved her more than anything
Love that knew no red lines , No weary
Stalwart as a fortress
Sweet as nectar of a blooming flower
Letting her inside go of
and then pitch-black night sky blobbed on him toughly
Strong legs..tent poles !!
Antarctica his sweat
His heart skipped only a beat
And then off again palpitating.
Back to normalcy,
Back to confidence,
“She can’t leave me , she is stuck in here as I am”
She left without turning around
She had to .
Life pretty good outside cage
Vast apace , much ado
No balls and chains
Rebellious spirit has no brakes and knows no bars
He fell to the ground
Here and there
Like a broken vase
A lot of pain, a lot of tears
Bitter days, cold nights
As years passed
Void of light, void of warmth
As demons etch their words daily, tattooing his inside.
Memories fades the same way a ship getting away the port.
The scent of the sea
Wafts past on the wind
Caressing his nose ,
Word is born
A hand catches a rope
Not straw !!!