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Aug 2018
Three months.
Three months of pain
I engulfed all, in vain.
My thoughts recalled your name,
On my diary page,
On my mind, heart, soul
Like a never ending game.

I fought hard,
I fought with all my strength.
Fought against your shadow.
I went to the furthest length
To forget you
To regret you
To deny you
To defy you...
But all in vain,
All I got was pain.

Burdened with guilt
My every breath,
My eyes and the tears beneath,
My silent screams,
My scarlet dreams
Echoing your name,
It was such a shame.
Shame of losing everything
In a routeless chase,
Everytime ending up in haze.

Three months
My eyes burned
In the fire of your memory,
Yet there's nothing I learned.
Three months
My days were numb
My nights were blind,
It's you I ever hoped to find,
But all in vain,
All I got was pain.

Hiding it with wide smiles
I started my journey of miles,
Broken and bent,
Burdened with letters I never sent
And will never send
And will never send.

Crossing the horizon of right and wrong
This is one melancholy song
That will never be sung,
Will never get it's note.
I just have words to 'quote'...
Words of you
Still echoing in my ears
And you never 'gave a ****'
So,
I'll wipe the rest with smiles and tears.
Birumi Swati
Written by
Birumi Swati  22/F/India
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