Author: Anushka Puranik

  • The story of us

    Bottles flow and tempers grow,
    broken shards painted red,
    bitter niceties won’t fix the bruise,
    the hurt runs deep, won’t call a truce,
    lived in delusion, you never cared.

    I bled into your lap, said “have mercy.
    my tears test your patience,
    I hear faint footfalls leaving my station;
    That warm face, those cold eyes,
    I weep and weep, till a part of me dies.

    My cries percolate through the walls,
    all I hear is the deafening silence,
    realization crept in, it was just a dalliance.
    It was an Autumn day you ruined,
    you leave us in ruins, saying, “duty calls”

    I still see your spirit in polaroid,
    still see pieces of us in the movies,
    I still preserve the scars you gifted me,
    roses still smell like you,
    their thorns still piece like you.

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