In chaos, my world collapses,
My pen drops,
A wound on my ring finger,
Betrayed …
By my lover,
An ironic wasteland is my heart,
Dumped …
Love loses its eulogy,
Fragmented…
In a puzzle chemistry,
Poets run out of verses,
Tumbled…
Face down in infamy;
Suddenly,
Out of nowhere,
Loose petals of words,
Fall in cascades,
Cover my lifeless body,
Awakened…
From the torpor
Of self imposed penalty,
Wet…
Under the mosquito net,
Stained…
My bed linen,
With ink from your pen !
Anita Bacha
Writer’s note -The first half was complete but followed a systematic writer’s ( or lover’s) block. One sentence “do not let go of my hand” was all I needed to dip the nib of my pen in the ink pot of the vast ocean of Love and write…
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I love how you drop each word like a bomb..it hits the heart so hard ….
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Thank you so much ☺️ I am glad you like it
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