Beats Of A Broken Heart - Poem by VaishakSeetharam Dattani
Beats of a Broken Heart
Memories Fade, so do we forget to remember?
Magical Past, where we jointly tasted bitterness of our tears.
Medicines heal, but can it cure wounds of a broken heart?
Mistaken understanding, which caused uncompromising separation.
A soft touch, a gentle hug and the tastiest kiss at happiest times!
A mug of cold coffee and everything we shared looking at ones eyeball.
A nightmare for eve, which was a day dream for Adam a little while after!
A second or its fraction, which made bonded fusion into collided fission.
Nicest sleep, on the lad’s finest laps, which was the chap’s bed of roses;
New sense, may be sixth or seventh, unless hidden thorns created incisions.
Nostalgia echoed, in couple’s ears, day and night, once at least, when winked;
Notion, each had about other, was changed, and never can be changed again.
Intelligence judged at past was replaced by stupidity as a result, and,
Innocence transformed to guilt, love into hate, and dimple to wrinkle and so on.
In this regard, formers sweat was amended from fragrance to odor, and,
Is anything more needed? That’s the end of psychic game, Love.
Something, indescribable through words, made them think in vain…
Seaside they had spent together, but, suicide they’d to do alone at a time.
So that day, zigzag rhythm of both hearts became a straight line...
Same day, when two coffins were buried under six feet of sludge.
Hell was the destiny, where they were traumatized to feel their cherished ones presence-
Hastiness in temperament, made them absolve apiece, on no account overlook each other.
Henceforth, the chapter of celebrations, was opened afresh, at the place of torment -
Happy hours, instigated, valuing ones soul, they adored the double, one another’s intuition.
Arrogance of both vanished; they treasured ones disposition, attitude and aptitude…
At last, the duo’s affection pitched from ground to pinnacle in a short instance.
A love where cadaver even can’t be seen or touched, but can be felt…
And thus a transformation of hell to heaven happened as true love was formed
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