Secrets
How easily one unlearns
them.
And when the voids fill
the gaps in between,
They etch onto us, like
reminders.
Cindered on our
pillows, the shampoo we’d shared
How I’d been conscious
to throw it away, after you left.
A hundred lonely nights
of talking it out,
Sometimes to myself,
and at times to your silence.
They only grew, the
shadows against the wall
Of the monsters lying
under our beds.
When did it come to
this?
No one would become a
friend now, nor a lover
How important can one
person be?
How many relations can
break at a single goodbye,
How come we never think
till there’s no other choice?
When you left, a
thousand echoes hid in the nooks you’d lazed on
Your touch was almost shed
off in the springtime of my poetry writing
I sighed at the thought
of you gone,
The only solace being,
the secret remained.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
There's someTHING I hold onto. Secrets~ Words that made us, Us.via dVerse
There's someTHING I hold onto. Secrets~ Words that made us, Us.via dVerse
oh wow...first... i love, love, love that pic... wonderful mood and color... and its sad when things turn out in a way as you describe in your poem...the monsters under the bed... if we don't face them, they develop their own life...ugh... love and relationship are fragile constructions...
ReplyDeleteLove and relationships can be so complicated, painful and bittersweet. Beautifully penned.
ReplyDeleteSecrets sometimes can be kept too long....too late for some who wish to share finally ...nice.
ReplyDeletehow come we never think until there is no other choice...
ReplyDeletestrong question there...
def if we dont communicate until too late
what chance is there...
There is a strong undercurrent of sadness lost here...friendship, love that somehow was a letdown. Nicely done, Priyanka
ReplyDeleteAh secrets! They confuse our core. Beautifully written Priyanka!
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comments, Claudia! I totally get what you're saying in here!
ReplyDeleteAh! Thank you Linda!
ReplyDeleteAnd then there's the risk of such secrets coming out bare open..
ReplyDelete@brian miller true that!
ReplyDeleteLove brings us home but. Hope! Hope!
Thanks a ton, @Soumya Prasad !
ReplyDelete:) appreciate your sensitivity to my words, Victoria!
ReplyDeleteHad me laughing :D Lovely post, all the best :)
ReplyDeleteHmmm the sad thing about secrets is, one can't share them. But that's the joyous thing about it too. I loved the form and substance of the poem, Girlie. :-)
ReplyDelete:) Thank you Venky!
ReplyDeleteVery hilarious take. Superb. Best wishes.
ReplyDelete:D Thank you!
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it, Rio! :D
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