We did not know the study of love
and we did not have a language for it either,
but we made it to the sunrise and sunsets
through the tides of laughter
that slowly, stealthily transformed into
things that wept and bled with ease;
You wrote of the rain,
of how it felt on your parched skin
and then it mellowed the lies
you whispered in the dark;
You scribbled emotions, sympathy, apathy,
that you mistook for poetic verbs
and just like that you forgot to hold me,
as we swept tides with our feet
doing away the seaweeds
reciting sonnets of past, embalming love;
You learnt to restrict syllables, cutting away words,
dividing the air between us and
I could not just hold onto your etchings
that you'd draw on the water,
Now I drown myself in the sea of metaphors,
the only way I could survive your silent echoes.-
A Love story of
Her Lethal Beauty
with
His Wise Words,
Echoes through the ages.-
Speak and I shall be born.
Let go and I shall linger on.
Longer shall I stay,
than what you say!
When nobody else does,
trust me to get back to you.
It's only after you let go,
can you hear me, your echo!-
Behind closed doors
I let the embarrassed echoes
Embark its imprints on my soul.-
'Twas not in the way,
You finally said it,
That gave you, fully away;
I didn't get your words;
But I felt the ripples
In the wind.-
The echo that persisted between you and me,
a deafening picture was made of loud voices,
tied to the sound of deserted nights,
make my fortune adorned with desires,
the love was seen in your wishes,
punishment and death are scattered in your hands as I m the prisoner of your soul lifetime.
- Pooja Gautam-
Is the silence
I seek
the trojan horse
in my life?
Am I actually
being controlled
by these echoes
that just don't
fade away?-