Theme: Pain

The Mourning Bygone

Everything is still intact, kept in the right place.
His paintings, gifts, every little moment spent!
Only something is missing- oh the smile on my face.
He snatched it away from me, since he went.
Though wounded, I am not searching for a 'heal'.
I can take care of myself very well.
I am fed up of his give and take deal.
Sick and tired of thinking what he can tell.
How will I forget his never ending ignorance,
His artificial promises and fake passion!
My heart also has a limit of endurance.
Every now and then I see his mocking aggression.
Tied up in the shattered hope and broken dreams
I am still walking through unknown roads,
So much time will be needed to cross them, it seems
His words did stab me like swords.
Insomnia likes my eyes and fills them with dark circles.
Sorrow is ready to embrace me forever.
But I myself want to face the coming obstacles.
Because self care and sufficiency is what I revere.
I know the pain, I know how it feels
To be deceived and used up by someone.
Let me go through a hundred ordeals,
One day I will win the mourning bygone.


More By  :  Rupradha Mookerjee

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