Words, voices and memories
a little blurry,
too far beyond reach.
My mind tries, and tries so hard-
to forget, or to recall?
To accept, and move on?
Or perhaps, to bury those overwhelming emotions;
I know not. Not anymore.
Soulful Tagore on rainy evenings;
Darkness soothed by fragrant jasmines.
Bring memories of those halcyon days,
Bring tears and numbness.
Memories claw at the heart;
Throat constricts.
Lips part, try to whisper thousands of words
They fail to speak.
Distant, obscure, and intangible,
Yet so near; omnipresent.
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A/N
I wrote this poem today, and realised that poems have become my defense mechanism to cope with grief. My thoughts are messed right now, and I don't know if my poem sounds chaotic, but this is what I felt.