An enigmatic poem about love and its loss by Nandita, for Different Truths.
We have reached into
the depths of a void
plucked from the carnage of
vestiges of love
Not a flicker of emotion sustains,
silent grudges in sober voices is all that remains
drenched in uncertainty
sheathed in the resplendence
of promises never to be fulfilled,
slipping through time’s slippery fingers
to infinity, that could be stretched no far!
Wearing stinging strings of love like noose
we are lovers breaking like waves on the facile shore
dying in two different bubbles of the same receding tide.
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