The pinprick of that pain
Has left its trace.
Unheeded-
I'd hoped, it would fade away
Unto the realm
Of a painless existence,
Adorned, in a backdrop
Of fresh hues
Of life.
But, I now know,
It'd never be.
Priceless nostalgia now asks its price
And scruples drench
In the ink of silent regrets.
Today, as I wipe away thy name,
From the tapestry of my life's worth,
I feel the bland taste
Churning my insides
And I twinge,
In a muted agony.
It matters not, that I am hurt.
All that matters now,
Is that, I never did matter to thee.
I wish I could smile, still -
For all those fond memories.
But tainted, it lies -
Like a bundle of unwoven dreams.
Has left its trace.
Unheeded-
I'd hoped, it would fade away
Unto the realm
Of a painless existence,
Adorned, in a backdrop
Of fresh hues
Of life.
But, I now know,
It'd never be.
Priceless nostalgia now asks its price
And scruples drench
In the ink of silent regrets.
Today, as I wipe away thy name,
From the tapestry of my life's worth,
I feel the bland taste
Churning my insides
And I twinge,
In a muted agony.
It matters not, that I am hurt.
All that matters now,
Is that, I never did matter to thee.
I wish I could smile, still -
For all those fond memories.
But tainted, it lies -
Like a bundle of unwoven dreams.
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Very expressive, painful. reaches out to the reader :)
ReplyDeleteYou always do that Sashu, God bless.
I generally don't let poetry touch me. This one just wouldn't listen :)
ReplyDeleteyour words strikes my dipahram with a thud and strikes the heart
ReplyDeletePriceless nostalgia indeed comes with a price. Very touching :)
ReplyDeletethanks a bunch all f ya :)
ReplyDeleteSmile, my dear one :)
ReplyDeleteFor you will always matter...
No matter what!
Heartfelt poem. I know.