The Monument :
An elongated (absurd) "dirge"
(i)
In an ill-lit chamber of my heart
Where so much passion
had once been felt
There is a beautiful monument
For a wonderful mistake : Us
Practicing a contrite look –
Facing the mirror
I’d prepared these preliminaries
For post-love obituaries
expecting apologies : But ..
Gasping the soot-laden smoke –
which my words belched forth
He looked away yawning -
as if on the verge of sleep
and mumbled : What crap?
I tried not to turn away -
Catch my breath, last it out
and in the end
Simply to survive :
Like insults were sexy
(ii)
Only if he’d tried -
He would’ve seen, yet again
Unconscious of his rejection
Reminiscing those doozie times
The "monument" smoldered :
as intensely as ever.
Sensuous spring, sloppy kisses,
Warm, serene, restless.
It was everything you can call
No word would be the right one
Nor any million words
Maybe one : Ridiculous
As it was barely the beginning
Of my tedious learning -
That might take myriad of years
To find togetherness, a pure love
An uncomplicated gesture,
The perfect kiss : Freaking shit.
(iii)
All forced memories
One-sided excruciating yearning
And that - fancy "monument"
now had a stench.
Of something rotten, ancient :
An eternity weary –
Of being eternal
Desolately - I broke away
Mindful of what happened
Each time I’d looked back -
At our ‘eternal love’
And all that nonsense
I did not : Not again
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