'His' Wedding - Poem by Rakshanya Sekar
I heard the honks, out my porch, suddenly, on a summer morn,
He stepped out the wheel, a delight he was, I felt insanely lost.
The feeling of ecstasy, reached new heights, with him everything felt right
In his arms I felt completely drowned, Happy was I, He forgot the fight.
Pulling back from me! he had never done before, melancholy in air I smelt,
His fingers today didn't reach for my strands, his lips today were pale, i felt.
Confused expression, I held on my face, An attempt he didn't make to move
My eyes searched an answer but when couldn't find, to the ground i stood, glued.
In another few seconds, I figured myself crying, braced to the wedding invite,
I pinched myself and cursed my eyes, everything encouraged me to cry.
moments re-winded, flashbacks played, Those beautiful moments I remember,
Those whispers in my ear, Beneath the pale moon light, Forget will I? I fear!
Words of negativism, echo in my ears, to attend the wedding I feel forebode
Those mesmerizing things, were they just phrases, where they just pseudos?
Abandoned I feel, Orphan, though I ain't, death passes my too close and near..
I wish you' look back and call it a joke, while i drench my dress with tears.
I believe she is great, really lucky too, I believe you'd never be wrong,
To be your princess I at least was a choice, I wish you'd be happy for long,
To open the invite and learn your princess, I know it wouldn't take another,
My conscience pricks me, procrastinating actions, my thoughts fail to speak out loud.
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