Throes
Throes
Prove me it was not love,
Prove me the untold stories
Suppressed & oppressed in your heart,
Never echoed aloud in its pain.
Era of euphonies turned into
The era of cacophonies;
Amalgamation of small mistakes,
Broke the barriers of slavery.
Slavery of illusions named love,
Slavery of fake loyalty.
Assure me it never seemed you were caged,
Caged with your own misconceptions.
Haven't you ever repented,
On letting our bond demolish with the sands of time?
The hour glasses left us
Suffering from delusion;
Tell me the dilemma of leaving me apart,
Never burned your heart &turned into ashes!
Tell me you never convulsed - just like me
In the throes of separation.
Why did the uprootment lead you
To the throes of rigidity?
Show me you are not bleeding,
In the throes of heart-wreckage.
The sequence of our whipped kisses,
& cupped palms made our eyes wet,
Again in the ceremony of enthronment,
Of our love story through a versifying way.
Prove me you felt the throes of
Irreversible change have never eaten your inner peace slowly.
Prove me the throes of missing each other never killed our whole being brutally!