The Idea around Love – Delhi Poetry Slam

The Idea around Love

By Bristi Saha

You loved the idea of love poems 

Your thoughts often had grand romantic gestures 

Gestures enhancing the term love 

Forgetting and forgiving the emotion once you felt. 

The only thing that strings between you and me

Is the pain. 

A pain with moisture , distinct particles with heavy fog 

Trying to smudge the reality and your poems.

Ocean sized expectations fighting,

 With narrow detla of fulfillment 

Dream sight abilities that chokes my heart 

In the name of love 

I chose a way to bring all the deadly calamities to my shore 

As the sand particles get diluted in my tears 

And the wind sound tries to let me forget of your voice. 

Your gaze on my skin 

Is nothing less than a burning sensation 

Every cell to every tissue 

It burns up the love I once felt.

You would often say that you'd be present in my today

While I patiently experience your absence in yesterday's tomorrow

Your anger registers in my head while your sweetness has faded away 

A pain that feels so long  curls me up and makes me question why the happiness couldn't last this long

My words fenced around you 

Like those lines in your palms 

That never matched mine 

Even when our fingers intertwined and eyes met 

Our fate escaped in the direction where I'd never find you. 

With sadness and loss of love

Intergalactic motion where I nearly have lost site of you.

You no more exist in my galaxy. 

Just the songs remind me of you.

The songs that we swayed on 

Makes me self doubt myself,

The words that you sang for me 

Are the reason why I don't love myself 

The tune that we hummed through the darkness of the tunnel to discover light 

Made me realise that there wasn't any light at the end. 

It crumbles my world when I think I don't love you anymore 

Just like you never did 

Only the thought of loving me was in store. 

Bonds don't grow like money plant 

And love can't me arranged like marriage 

You can't play love like you play the tunes on a piano 

The heart doesn't respond to those keys 

It's an abandoned lock, rustedwith scribbles 

As if we tried to prove a love that was long foregone.


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