I can hear the whispers That echo from the Crevices of your broken heart And I hope you hear mine too.
I can see you're crippled From the bludgeon of treachery So am I Only my crippledness engenders from The emptiness of my soul That has relinquished its everything To someone who didn't return it.
I can sense your breath That still reeks With the smell of the abyss you've seen But can you discern The wrinkles on my skin too Which conceal the tales of the depths That I also had drowned in once.
I can decipher the fear That emanates from the tremble in your touch Somehow I can overhear the cacophony of your thoughts That run wild inside your mind, And I can also discern the silence That lingers on your lips. But do you see the swellings Beneath my eyes Which bulge from the accumulation of unpoured tears.
No need to vocalise your grief Or substantiate your pain. For I too have had the misfortune To know these maligns And I know how much they can deprive us Of happiness and joy.
When we stumbled into each other On the same path That we both were trudging In this forest of lost souls. It seemed like I finally Felt the warmth of the fire When your eyes clashed with mine.
It seemed like a tempest Had pierced The layers of loneliness and desolation That were bedaubed over my skin With time.
I wondered at the sorcery of your smile That occupies such a little space On your countenance But still outshines the elegance of the moon.
Let's be the hands that eternally hold each other Let's be the legs that walk all the miles together Let yourself be the shelter of a boat And let me be the lighthouse that exudes a ray of hope.
Let's adjoin our firmaments that is filled with myriad of stars, Let's sit beneath it and deduce constellations out of our erratic thoughts. Let's help each other in gathering the pieces of our shattered hearts Let's build a heart filled with love and care and begin from the start.
I wrote this poem about someone whom I cared deeply about and loved truly but unfortunately my feelings were not reciprocated and all of my efforts went in vain. That person pushed me out of their life without even realising how their actions are going to affect me. Now that person is not a part of my life anymore but what I cherish the most about that phase of my life is how much it has nurtured me as a writer, as a poet. I did not find love but I did find the poet within me. P.S: I'd like to dedicate this poem to all of those folks out there who've been through unrequited love. Stay strong, stay blessed and stay healthy; our void will be filled by someone better. :)