Strangers

It was strange being a stranger to you,

Wish I had at least noticed the cue!

We had a history,

Now vanished like a mystery.



The stories that we shared,

Of love, laughter, and despair,

Even if, the annihilation was preordained…

Nothing could have had me prepared,

For the bond once we had, is now beyond repair.



What I thought was strong, was nothing but fragile,

The memories, the insane histrionics linger on…

Stuck in one corner of the brain’s myriad files,

Letting one visit time and again to the wistful memory aisle,

Because getting back to reality isn’t going to be agile.



This thing which was beautiful once,

Suddenly modified into something jarringly ugly…

All turned into a chaotic dance,

Nothing could salvage the ties, not even love, honesty, prudence

When it came to you and me, I was conspicuously a dunce,



Started off as strangers,

Ended as being strangers again…

Uncertain, of what had been the game changer,

Or would have endeavored to save it from the impending danger,

And rescued the now incapacitated heart like a ranger.



It was strange being a stranger to you,

Wish I had at least noticed the cue!

We had a history,

Now vanished like a mystery.

Reviews

[Bala Gorthi]

My first reading of your work. This is very well written. The pain , the regrets and the feelings are clearly felt. I think we cannot escape these things. At some part of our life each one of us will have such experiences.
There is a flow in your writing. I loved reading this very well crafted work.
Thanks for sharing . keep writing.

[zunie frost]

We had a history,

Now vanished like a mystery,

It was strange being a stranger to you,

Wish I had at least noticed the cue!
these three lines are the outstanding !!!
such a great poetry with perfect flow

[Neha Sharma]

Thank you so much. :)

[zunie frost]

welcome !!!

[Devanshu Rajput]

Oh man!! What a story...nice lines...rhyming was too good...breakup is something which makes u a real u....i wonder if u have gone tjrough that...bcoz poem showcases feelings life the poet itself is in the pain....thnxx for penning the poem

[Neha Sharma]

Thank you. I am glad you liked it. :)