Reminiscence of life

Like me

The new moon pretended
To smile even after losing
Its better half.

Like me
The Grape pretends to
Please others,
Even after fermenting itself.
Like me
The tall ‘oak’ tree
Stood bold even after
Its beloved creeper died of age.

Like them, what else
Could I do, than to suffer and

I Muted my Heart,
Which shouted in deep agony.
Her reminiscence slaps
My thoughts, like the over-excited
Waves racing to the beach.

And the scar carved by that diamond
Will remain forever on this
Stoned heart.

Pavan Kumar H.

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Bangalore, Karnataka, India
Has not excavated fully. There are half baked feelings, desires and ambitions. But a heart to complete and compel.

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