I Am Not Alone
Last year blessed me, He walked silently into my life. It was Love, That took me in its stride. One evening we walked holding hands, Then, I told him what I felt in heart. He said we were one soul, Who were living in parts. To bring the parts together, We fought with the world and tied the knot. Being one soul, Gave life a whole new spot. Chirping birds, floating clouds, Nature conspired for us. Always swimming against the tide, Life was in an adrenaline rush. This year cursed me, He walked silently out of my life. It was Death, That took him in its stride. Yesterday his soul was saying, Fearing memories will fade, he can’t move on. He will stay and admire me, Standing always by my side from dusk to dawn. Image Source - Here
Poignant...
ReplyDeleteI wonder how many go through this terrible phase.
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Deletepainful.. and a reality for many.
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Thanks Seena
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ReplyDeleteI a glad you highlighted this topic.
It is a phenomena so prevalent in our country yet everyone is hush hush about it.
"What you alow, continues!"
True, what we allow, continues. Hope people change for better.
DeleteTrue and nice words Saru ji !! Your short poems are very impressive.
ReplyDeleteStraight through the heart. Well said!
ReplyDeleteThanks Ami!
DeleteNice one. Life is to precious to be frittered away in an abusive relation.
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DeleteSo influential.. love it.
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DeleteVery sad.
ReplyDeleteBut it was better to buy a rope to hang him :) I would have done the same :)
Hell of a reply, Ranjana.
DeleteSo real and poignant! :')
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DeleteVery true!
ReplyDeleteShe should have bargained and obtained three scarves. One to keep her warm, another to hide those bruises and the third to strangle him when he sleeps. Of course he deserved it! :/
ReplyDeleteHahaha... that would have been a perfect end.
DeleteBrilliant!
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DeleteSubtle, exquisite and yet so potent. :) Riveting as always.
ReplyDeleteThanks Raj!
DeleteSuch bruises leave indelible mark in the heart which are more hard to cover up.
ReplyDeleteDamn true, Swati.
DeleteRight Swati ..but for that we have we use words, a dab of colour and smiles to cover up :)
ReplyDeleteDon't know for how long .
Agony of Indian women.
DeleteSad that many choose to hide it, rather than retaliate and bring themselves out of such a relationship.
ReplyDeleteShort and slice-of-life kind of a piece. Well penned.
I agree, it's sad and a helpless situation.
DeleteThis is something...both poignant and powerful! Well said, Saru!
ReplyDeleteThanks Tarang.
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