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Sep 2017
I once thought you’d age like wine
At that time I knew it was going to be fine
You died
I learned that I cry
My heart went through too much wear and tear
Your life was already mine
Hoping we’ll be together again
Someday somewhere

Tied to your silken skin
I was obliged to be in sin
But you taught me love wouldn’t do me in
After I’d come back from work
We’d kiss
Always as far as I remember
Even when we were 20 years in

I remember your nervous ticks
I remember your style
As kept them within the four walls made of bricks
But towards the end you thought you’d die
If those walls would end up talking
I told you to love me and keep calm
Well those words
They felt like ice cream for the soul

Few months later we went for an outing
I thought it was safe
We went for coffee
Small steps for my only baby
But one day it happened
Something intercepted the intricate wiring of your astral body
That I had only touched once
I wouldn’t know if I had laid a finger on it twice

You felt it wasn’t worth living with your vice
Those were the old times
The conservative thoughts drove you to do the worst
Give into the nervousness
To squeeze the life out of you that was cursed

I don’t know whether you died of a weak heart or not
But I bet in your insanity you left me to rot
The slightly mawkish story of a mentally ill woman who dies and leaves her husband all alone. This is based on olden times.
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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   --- and Sandeep malviya
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