First Published in the Writer’s cafe Magazine Issue 13 -“Elements”
My soul without the love
an empty poem
Stripped of its beauty
with metaphors
but nothing to compare with.
My mind
with it’s tangled thoughts
ricochet between the doubts and the certainty
almost sure of the day
when nothing will begin and everything will end
a journey towards Oblivion.
My skin
devoid of the healing touch and showered with the wet empty kisses
you plant every day on my cheeks
it bears marks of time
sensitive to even the pain
when the time shrugs its shoulder
and the moment end
and my skin still waiting
for that healing touch
fervently to suppress that pain.
My love
a dream too real
conjured out of thin air
like the magic potion
will heal everything
and that magic elixir
will resurrect me from my darkness
of bone and Ash
my love enough to be real
to be felt with my fingertips
and too surreal
so I can feel the pain
when it leaves my body
gently as it glides
to live in the dimension
separate than mine.
My truth
a reality too hard to gulp down
your empty throat
when the reality cuts the dreams
with its serrated ends
and stripped off all its frivolity
it stands here naked
stripped
staring and gazing at you
with its bloodshot eyes
when you feel shameful
to hold it’s gaze.
So when the pain sits deep inside my
barren womb
like the dead lilies
knotted and tangled together
like the pain of the stillborn
where time eats time
you try to define
my mind,
my soul,
my skin,
my love,
my truth,
/my elements/
pulling and molding it together
to give it a shape and a form
and you realize
how wrong you were all along.
–Megha
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So powerful
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Thanks so much Derrick for reading
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You are so talented, Megha!
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Awww Sarah, you know this means so much to me.Thanks for saying this.
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Always, love
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