Marriage
Me and You
Could never get past
The “space” we rightly
Gave ourselves
‘We’ ignored
There lay the empty space
Stinking of oft-buried
Messy talks to be dealt with later
Shunted in our individual space
Smelling of half-decaying flesh
Half-dead soul
The stench of private sphere
Unbearable and unbreakable now
Gave us another reason to
Stay chained in our incomplete individuality
Bound by a yoke
Aiming for unattainable union
Of half-blooded rotten halves…
Could never get past
The “space” we rightly
Gave ourselves
‘We’ ignored
There lay the empty space
Stinking of oft-buried
Messy talks to be dealt with later
Shunted in our individual space
Smelling of half-decaying flesh
Half-dead soul
The stench of private sphere
Unbearable and unbreakable now
Gave us another reason to
Stay chained in our incomplete individuality
Bound by a yoke
Aiming for unattainable union
Of half-blooded rotten halves…
3 Comments:
Bound by a yoke
Aiming for unattainable union
Of half-blooded rotten halves…
Good one :)
padma
thanx..
ab khush hai.. i have published a new one...
take care...
keep visiting
It gives great pleasure to read poems...hope am capable of writing like this...tried one in my blog...mostly end up writing about music :)
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