Poem : Under the Bruised Sky


For the last time

just before we parted

wrapped in silence

I sit across the table

dewy eyes, head bowed

mourning the love

he had slowly killed

averting his gaze

there at our favorite joint

I eat my dreams,

promises, hopes and desires

Words turn stranger

as a surge of memories

the bitter  hot coffee

scalds my tongue

I struggle to cope

with the ending

so ruthlessly imposed on me

Everything was beautiful untill

the darkness of familiarity and ego

began to cast their shadows

Each time I looked at him

I saw myself

through him I began to understand life

He gave meaning to my identity

I was more of me when with him

than with myself

I found and lost myself in him

and never found again

and then

I lost him

Now

sitting under the cold, wet, bruised sky

I wonder

did I lose because he was he

or because

I was I ?

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10 thoughts on “Poem : Under the Bruised Sky

  1. Tikuli,

    You do have a talent, a way with words. Very beautifully expressed emotions that we usually are trying to supress.

    May God Bless you and may you keep writing till the end of time.

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  2. Thanks girls 🙂 . am glad my poetry is being appreciated. I wish my muse returns for some happy poems as well. do keep reading. I write what I feel , each poem is a part of my life.

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