The Breaking Of 'We' Poem by Sanchita Julka

Only a few true words,
Coming straight from the heart,
Could do wonders unsought,
But only if they were what my heart
Yearns for … ah those blissful words.

All that were so much a part,
Of my dreams, naïve and true
With the dawn, it tore apart
A nightmare, which strongly grew
Like a cactus amidst a deserted heart.

Oh, , the truth of life,
Love, a beautiful sinister thing.
Lost its charm and beauty
Yesterday seems to die within,
Unto a darkness unfathomed.

Two souls suddenly face themselves,
With a lost truth of the yesteryears;
Suffering a deep pain of helplessness
Sinking down in a vortex of alien fears,
Left, only with a despairing cry to reverse.


The WE’ split into a hateful two,
Minds working as ‘ME’ and ‘YOU’
The eyes those who bewitched a spell,
Were blind in the shattering truth,
I died within, with my heartache’s knell.

Oh, how much I wished,
How desperately I gasped,
To survive the tides of emotions,
But only, a few true words
If they only meant, may be a healing potion.