When we were together,
we laughed, we cried,
then came that moment
when even our tears dried!
We sat on the highway of dreams,
hoping to feel the raindrops
But then a bell rang,
and there rolled a fresh corpse!
We went ahead, hoping to see it
there was no shape, no curve,
fearing and loathing, we neared it,
only to realise it was our love!
When love died, THEY conducted a funeral,
Everyone came in black, only INDIFFERENCE came in white
When THEY asked the reason
INDIFFERENCE said, "Brothers, even I go with the tide!"
To see me that fateful day,
you walked on those sun-kissed roads,
As we killed each other,
we realised being in love was not about breaking codes!
The world is not a good place for lovers
it loathes, it conspires, sometimes even connives,
But we, the damned, insist on waiting,
for when eternity ends, Godot arrives!
--- Anamika Chatterjee
2 comments:
amazing stuff, very moving, never knew u could write such poems ana... keep up the good work lady... good literature is always a thing to rejoice
ha ha thank you, Mrs Shaw Gupta
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