A Patchwork Smile Poem by Ankur Surin

Yesterday, today and the tomorrow,
I need to borrow,
mourn a dying sun
soaked in the dew of sorrow.
A broken memory lane,
a bend,
then my songs end,
no space to fit in another note,
no ears to lend.
Inspirations dry
on the sun-struck boughs,
Rhythm staccato and
a seemingly eternal pause.
I followed your steps, turns,
took a leap of faith.
I fell wounded;
nursed a stitch which the relentless claws
of the time undo
every time I remember you.
Your memories scream at me
so I try not to cross their path.
Instead I duck behind a wall,
sporting a fissure
through which only darkness calls.
Even the birds I love
sing dirges in leisure.

'Let's start anew',
and so we had parted our ways.
Little did I know only sorrow
would embroider my days.
I try to sew myself an
apparel of happiness
so that no one sees
my obvious nakedness.
They say I am getting over It
but your memories
gnaw at me bit by bit.
They are glad to see me happy
And I try not
To get too sloppy.
Phew! The world is not easy to guile
but what works
is my patchwork smile.