Friday, February 21, 2014

Holding onto the Shadows







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

18 comments:

  1. claudia of jaywalking the moonFebruary 21, 2014 at 10:52 AM

    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...

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  2. Love and relationships can be so complicated, painful and bittersweet. Beautifully penned.

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  3. Secrets sometimes can be kept too long....too late for some who wish to share finally ...nice.

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  4. how come we never think until there is no other choice...
    strong question there...
    def if we dont communicate until too late
    what chance is there...

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  5. Victoria Ceretto-SlottoFebruary 21, 2014 at 8:20 PM

    There is a strong undercurrent of sadness lost here...friendship, love that somehow was a letdown. Nicely done, Priyanka

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  6. Ah secrets! They confuse our core. Beautifully written Priyanka!

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  7. Thank you for your comments, Claudia! I totally get what you're saying in here!

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  8. And then there's the risk of such secrets coming out bare open..

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  9. @brian miller true that!
    Love brings us home but. Hope! Hope!

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  10. :) appreciate your sensitivity to my words, Victoria!

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  11. Harshita SrivastavaFebruary 24, 2014 at 3:31 AM

    Had me laughing :D Lovely post, all the best :)

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  12. Hmmm 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. :-)

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  13. Very hilarious take. Superb. Best wishes.

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