Here is another poem which popped up in front of my fluctuating eyelids, while clinging excitedly in the back of my writing folder. Although, it was very difficult for me to title this poem, yet hallelujah, I finally named it! Without wasting any more time, here is the poetry which stays close to my heart, yet far.
Left yet Stayed
Clouds suffused with tears rise in the sky,
A little more time for precipitation.
It hurts her, not to see him,
Pains her, not to touch him,
‘Cause everything is not the same.
The visceral fear of change
Crawled back in her mind.
Thrusting hard and annihilating her deep inside.
Indefatigably, she tried to summon him back,
With no words,
Just the voice of silence.
Sounds of which, he cannot hear.
‘Cause she has built walls around herself,
Damped it with Green Glue.
And decoupled their link.
She wanted him to be a survivor along with a saviour;
Afraid she was,
In the journey of extricating her from herself,
He will be lost.
Controlling the urge of staying with him,
Collecting the pieces of her unsolvable puzzle,
Stocking all their memories of comradeship,
She walked away, before
Love had a chance to roll in and emanate,
Encroach and intervene.
Outpouring heavily the clouds shatter,
Giving way to another water cycle.