O POETRY....

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 Why did you abandon me, poetry?

What am I even going to do without you....

I had given you all my heart

And you left, 

Taking away my soul, too...

You have been my heartbeat, poetry,

You have been each of those breaths that keep me alive...

And without you adorning my dreams

The world seems empty.

Life seems lifeless

And so am I...


Do you remember the times we had spent together??

You, staring deep into my eyes...

Fathoming into the depths of my soul

And me??? 

I used to paint you with the all the colours of my words

Sometimes, in the hues of the evening

Sometimes, in the calm of the dawn.

With some colours of melancholy....

And some, of bliss...love...

Or, unspoken desires.

Some, of the monsoon rain...

Some, of the autumn fall, or the somber northern winds.


Like a friend, I had confided in you.

Like a lover, I had loved you.

Like a devotee, I had adored you.

You were my muse,

And I existed within you.

You were my mirror,

And me, a reflection of yours.

Why did we fall apart, then?

What did I do that broke your heart?


Life had been cruelly pulling me into her whirlwind

And all I could do was to helplessly look on

As I felt myself being dragged away by forces I did not know of...

Farther and farther, away from you...

Away from us...

Into the darkest chasms.

But don't you know,

That even in that darkness, you were my only light?

O Poetry, don't you know?

That I had always held you in my heart

With the hopes, that I would come back, again...

That I would find you waiting, where I had left....


Then why did you abandon me, poetry??

Can't you see how incomplete I am without you??

Can't you feel my pen screaming out to you to come back...

And, the pages of my diary being impatient to be in your arms??


It is monsoon again, poetry,

And the grey clouds have covered the sky.

The earth is overflowing in green

Peacocks dance and flowers blush

As the raindrops tenderly kiss them

In the petrichor laden air.

And yet, it all seems so incomplete without you.....

As I sit alone by my window,

I crave to create you, once again...

I crave to look deep within you and find myself.

Won't you come back to me, poetry??

Because, in all my loneliness

I crave to hold you once again in my arms,

And never let you go.....

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