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I sat today, outside
in the sun laughing
streaks of yolk as
its daffodil fingers
tickled sugary giggles
of cloud from the
belly of the cotton
candy sky,

I sat, outside
as the day looked
like a poem with
my grief still so
fresh and raw as if
it only arrived but
a few moments ago
at my battered door,

Like old friends, we
were- as I greeted
dear grief by the
name and the shake
of my hand,  we sat
about to have coffee
when I asked would
it rather not let go,
disperse in the heat
of the sun's arms to
be free and ascend
to heavens unknown?

But there was no answer
only a chuckle or two and
as we watched the morning
stroll by, tipping its hat at us
while the silence stretched
and settled comfortably
like a worn pair of shoes
I knew,

this ache would live in my
bones and gnaw at my skin,
colour my heart with all the
shades of blue. I just knew,
my soles would grow bloody
from dancing with the dreams
of his ghost through all the
nights I still didn't know

So I sat outside
in the sun as it
hung like a lemon
in the sky's tree
knowing my heart
had an ache and there
was nothing I could do.

Reviews

[Garima Mukherjee]

Wow. This is just beautiful.

[Kshitij Srivastava]

Thoroughly descriptive and beautiful metaphors. The poem conveyed pain and the helplessness with a punch of crisp writing. Glad that I had the opportunity to read it. :)

[Vivek Iyengar]

Very touching...
' this ache would live in my
bones and gnaw at my skin,
colour my heart with all the
shades of blue. I just knew,
my soles would grow bloody.... '

Simple grief overflowing...