I cried for the one
Who never weep
You rested in his arms
And I couldn’t sleep.

He wrote poems on your eyes
He’s the vintner of your lips
While my dry lips hung on rum
Like a broken drowning ship.

Every second seems an era
Needles rusted in my clock
Dreams shattered into shards
Like the tides on the rock.

How clueless are my days
Winds knelling all the night
Your presence was my mithril
But the memories; kryptonite.

I can trade my starlit chandelier
With the nettles on your earth
You smile in bower of his arms
I’ll keep memories of our mirth.

Every time from shooting stars
Your face; I wish to see
I’m a bottled-message somewhere
Drifting across the sea.

Now I think of every girl, just
to block your billowing thoughts
They slit me one by one
I’m a stoic and react cannot.

Mithril- a fictional impenetrable metal
Kryptonite- another fictional metal that makes a super-human (superman, DC) palid.


(In case if you ever stumble upon my blog; I wish you Hundred suns and hundred moons. I still miss you. I am at the end of my ropes. Even though the probability of yours to see this post or my blog is same as yours coming back or reverting things back as they were once. Anyway, lots of love and prosperity to you.)

Pic: Author’s own


    • What can I do anyway? It’s just meπŸ˜….
      And here I am still waiting for your poems and posts. Don’t make me wait πŸ˜….


  1. We-Kayy-Ji, you killed it in the 1st para itself.❀️ This is the best poetry I’ve read of yours. Don’t take me wrong but, you know we’ve just recently started interacting. So from these many days, whatever content I’ve read of your, this has surpassed it all. Good work here, indeed!❀️❀️❀️

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  2. I really like this. I have written similar things for the man I am missing. I am tempted to pretend your words are his.

    Some things I enjoy about the poem itself :
    Your diction and imagery is spot on. You rhyme words that aren’t common or easy, and you stuck to the form all the way through. I see a lot of poems that start off rhyming and give it up after a stanza or two. Well done. You have my follow.

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    • Wowww! Such a beautiful comment. I am so thankful that you liked it and so sorry that you can relate with it. I know it’s tough to handle such things.
      And I did never expect that i will get such a beautiful thorough compliment πŸ™‚. Thank you once again.

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      • Your poem is beautiful. I hope we both find that fire again some day. Looking forward to reading the next one you write.

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      • I don’t know if I write something more or anything soon. Until then u can have a look on the rest of my poems. Maybe you can have more to relate. And until then I am gonna read all your posts. πŸ™‚

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      • I think you’ll find some on the same topic posted around March 2018, starting with inside the locked box

        I am enjoying your writing as well. And admiring how much you travel

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      • Thank you for letting me know about the particular date.
        Hahaha.. Writing, cooking, traveling, sketching, drumming etc are all just part of my sublimation.

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  3. The poem superbly crafted and deeply stirring… you are rather phenomenally talented yash. So many beautiful lines… too many to name, without quoting half the poem, but my first favourite set was “He wrote poems on your eyes/He’s the vintner of your lips” – wow. Love. :))

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  4. Wow!!! This was heart touching, Yash! I am speechless after reading this. You really outdid yourself.
    “I’m a bottled-message somewhere
    Drifting across the sea.” This line is perfect πŸ‘ŒπŸ‘

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