THE FOLLOWING POEM WAS SELECTED IN WINGWORD POETRY PRIZE 2023 LONGLIST.
Those were the good old days
when I'd a beautiful face to gaze.
Not that my life was filled with glee
but her support made the day for me.
Not that I led a life of regrets
something that everyone forgets
But the blanket of her bliss
cloaked them all with a kiss.
Not that Aphrodite grew jealous
of our relation so fabulous.
Since you walk along my side,
all the Happiness in me does abide.
Not that I never made you weep
and the tears that you keep
but it was your company
that made us endure the cacophony.
With beacon from the clouds grey
falling on your face as you pray.
As rays falling on the bloom
you kept me away from every gloom.
Not that I was a lover ardent
not to understand the flow of current.
Not that I tried my level best
to impose my wishes in haste.
Things got sweet sometimes
and bitter many times.
Sometimes we conversed through eyes
painted in amusing sulky dyes.
But as the Wise people say
every good time has to end one day.
No one sees the fateful tomorrow
that may be filled with joy or sorrow.
So one day conflict brew
as the tensions between us grew.
No relation cloaked by qualm
has ever ended in a manner calm.
I remained too adamant
on arguments that were scant
Suspicion in our relationship contain
which became unbearable to sustain.
Her wounds were too deep
as my tongue in her sorrow reek.
As emotions took over rationality
both of us lost our individuality.
Tears on her cheeks glistened
as her soul wanted to be listened
I was too angered and impolite
to realise her emotions in sight.
Neither did she have respect
nor did I feel the need to retrospect
When there lay no remorse.
what's the need to feel morose?
So did we decide to part
for the betterment of each counterpart
Not that I was too content
but now I had nothing left to lament.
O those Days of the Good Time!
They were surreal and sublime
As I say goodbye to you.
to traverse on roads; dark and new.
Now that I've nothing left more
nor she has anything to adore.
Now her memories do haunt me
in what wrongs I did to thee.