Eternal Dent

What is it like to fall into a dark emotional abyss, and be left there to suffer alone? How does it feel to fall from grace? This is a poem on being the victim, on being betrayed.

With every surge of anger
And every pang of jealousy,
I’ve fallen..
I’ve fallen face first into a pit,
Have lain at bottom
For days in dark,
Choking, and broken
Like shards of glass;
Face down in mud
– Silent, but screaming.
What do you know my suffering?

With every bout of grief
And every shred of doubt,
I’ve sunken..
I’ve sunken deep into waters,
Have lain on bed
For days in dark,
Choking, and broken
Like shards of shell;
Face down in sand
– Silent, but weeping.
What do you know my suffering?

If only I could,
I would make you pay
Put you in spot,
Give you death by your blow.
If only I could,
I would strike you back,
Return what you sent
– A bad eternal dent.

The Dialogue

*On Text Message*

Ana, “I am leaving tomorrow.”
Cyril, “Why? What happened??”
“I’ll speak to you tomorrow when you come home.”
“Ermmm… Is everything fine at home?”
“Yes. I’ll tell you later.”
“Ok, if you say so.. But I’ll be anxious the whole night if you don’t tell me.”
“You’ve been lying to me all this while.”
“About what?”
“Rack your brains and you’ll know.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t you act so innocent. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Oh so you are snooping around in my iPad. Don’t Ana… You’ll find what you’re looking for.”
“Well, thanks for the advice! But its a little too late now.”
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No Response

Dirty Game

Oh how you ravaged my soul!
Charred a deep and bottomless hole
Lost forever is what you stole.
Black with betrayal, bitter with agony
Bleeding to the gloomy symphony,
Shocked, I tremble at rude epiphany.

Oh how you led me into the wonderland!
Of pearls and corals and glistening sand,
Only to pull the cord with your icy hand.
Once molten in the crucible of love,
Now stand I, shaken by your ruthless shove
Can you see a hopelessly battered dove?

Oh how insatiable was your desire!
The longing must have been quite dire
Must not you pay the price for this mire?
Fiery must have been your shenanigans,
Lighting a thousand dazzling summer suns
How merry the laughter, how witty the puns!

Oh how sacred a bond, how novel a connection!
All gambled away for alluring seduction
Who do I blame for sordid dereliction?
A temper too frank, a character too bold
That’s all it took you to hook ‘n hold,
A myriad new dreams to quickly mold.

Oh how gritty a move, how audacious a claim!
Hard to look back and not think it was lame
Now tell me what it would take you to tame.
Inside your charming window to the sea’
I wish it weren’t another lassie, but me
Alas! You reveled in sinful glee – how did it not matter to thee?

Oh how lost is miserable love in darkness!
That veils the mysteries of your madness
And hangs a tease over my sadness.
Afraid you were of breaking not a heart, but two
Thus judged it better to go on and continue.
Now would you have me do the same to you?

Oh how it feels to love and lose!
The same as it does when hell breaks loose,
When around your neck, death puts its noose.
The grand brig sank with all its glory;
You’d only hear sailors talk of its story
– Of mast so high, of tapestry once flory.

Oh dear love!
The ghosts, the shadows and the whispers
Will always lurk on the shelves or in the crispers
Insidious as they gather, hideous as they disperse.
The eyes I knew, devoured another body too,
The warmth I kissed, bathed another soul too,
The fire I saw, lit another heart too.

Ah! A picture once perfect will never be so,
A bond once pure is marred, lo!
You will reap just what you sow.
What claims now and what right?
All trampled down day after night,
Credence pounded by thoughtless might.

Oh the passion, oh the flame!
Doused by your dirty game
Will it ever be the same?
Fancy nests hang hollow,
Wounded heart, scared to wallow,
Addled mind – what to follow?

I forgive you yes, but I will never forget
Time heals maladies, not this I bet
I better move on – how? Not sure yet.
“How will the Wonderland be without Alice?”
Wonder I, gulping treachery from chalice
Hope it is free of lies and your malice.

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