You looked me in the eye And said you loved And I guess what I saw In your eyes was nothing But just the truth.
In just a span of a year We weaved dreams of our own Of building our fantasy into reality And I guess all I did Was just believe that Your eyes could never lie.
But soon all of the sunshine You showed my eyes Were drifted away By rain and hail And amidst the snow clad meadows I search but you And the dreams you’d shown Are out of sight.
I won’t lie, but yes I do miss you, I miss you on days When the rain strikes on our bedroom window And the wind threatens to break open the glass, You running into the room Barefoot, in your boxers Steaming cups of ginger tea and plateful of pakoras In your hand, And we both would watch the rain Through the night, till the morning. On days when the snow sticks to the ground But in our icy cold indoors We would both be warm Huddled in each other’s embrace. When the bright yellow flowerets Of Amaltus, festoons our balcony, You plucking a few for the vase on my table.
But then again I’m reminded Of those rainy days When the water sprayed on our bedroom floor For you weren’t there to lock the window, The cold on the side of your bed Colder than our frozen indoors The branches of the Amaltus tree You chopped off for they Ceased to bloom, Not any more, All of this because you didn’t want to be home, All because of my barren womb.
You toasted the day we tied our wedlock Over a glass of sparkling, golden champagne. With our lips glazed with the wine It’s lavish taste lingering in our mouths We began our forever with a champagne kiss: ‘to the love that shall always thrive’
But the taste of this sweet wine wears off, Easy as its intoxication The bubbles rise And fall to an abrupt plop With just the remnants of its taste Dawdling in my lips ‘to the love that shall always thrive’
By the time you find my note/ Half of your wardrobe would be empty/ One pretzel less in the jar/ Half of the flowers in the vase withered/ The photoframe that captured our seraphic smiles absent from the coffee table/The dishes in the sink all done/ The bed made and all of my strewn poems on the floor tidied/ You wouldn’t find the birds in the cage/ And the hamsters would’ve run away/ All of the curtains in my room changed to your favorite blue. But don’t worry your room is still a safe haven / Your files all stacked up/ Your guitar sits on the club chair by the window where you write songs for her / And the wrist watch I gifted you on your birthday locked up in your secret drawer. Like all of the halves I’ve taken with me, I’m taking just half of my heart/ And none of my love for you/ It’s yours/ And it shall stay with you/ Even if we’re continents apart.
We are the perfectly weird couple, The magical reality of my teenage dreams, Dancing in the rain, eating cotton candies on Ferris wheel, Kissing each other in the middle of a fight, Laughing like idiots on our wedding night, In all of these madness, we’re partners in crime, In all of these madness, our love comes alive.
My soul won’t rest Until all of her scars heal As she teaches herself to forgive Of the flaws she ever had. My soul won’t rest Until she learns to love Herself like the way You never did.
When you invited her home and I didn’t smile, you poured her a glass of wine over dinner and your glasses clinked in front of my eyes, That’s how my broken heart sounded. Your voice echoing through our living room, as you hurled abuses at me called me a disgrace to you and your family, That’s how my broken heart sounded. The resounded slap across my face, when you came home drunk and the whack on your head when I pushed you back, That’s how my broken heart sounded. As I covered my bruises with foundation and veiled my tears with black sunshields, I wailed in the bathroom packing my bags, That’s how my broken heart sounded. One year later as my phone buzzed on the table, you called and I didn’t lift a finger to pick it up, That’s how my broken heart sounded.
They have always said: "No matter what comes about, listen to your heart. Let your heart speak". But is it so easy to do so...? Is our heart always happy? What does it actually say and what do we do?