Memory and I, we go a long way back
I have tried to kill her many times
Tried pushing her into a well
From the edge of a cliff top
But she was stubborn like a stain
Refusing to leave my side
She drained me, took away everything
And so I decided to trick her
We went on a journey by boat
Into the ocean at night
Side by side, frolicking
Sharing a jolly time
It's time for you to go, I tell her
She looks at me in panic
I can see the pleading in her eyes
I try to shrug it off
I take out my matchbox and light a matchstick
In the flickering flame I see her weeping
Before having second thoughts
I light her on fire and watch her burn and burn
Burn till she's no more than a fistful of ashes
Lying on the floor of the boat
I take it and scatter it in the water around me
Watching it floating and dissolving, becoming one with the ocean
I look around, dawn is breaking
The sky is turning a blushing pink
I row back to the shore all alone
Feeling strangely empty
Her death was what I wanted all this while
But now that she's gone, why do I feel so guilty?
Why this hole in my chest?
I walk back to my life, each step heavy with exhaustion...
So very unAthira like poetry ! Why such sinister thoughts ? Too heavy a dose of Tragedy and that too very unconvincing. As I said very unlike you to write such a gloomy piece .
ReplyDeleteThis was written randomly. Thank you for your comment, Mr Parsa. I shall definitely try to improve the next time.
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