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Aradhya Sharma

Drama Tragedy

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Aradhya Sharma

Drama Tragedy

Grave

Grave

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In these undefined

Lines of my

Palm, I try

To find answers

To unanswerable questions.


In the unsurmountable

Problems I faced,

This fear of 

Losing or forgetting

Makes me numb.


In those choices

I made, which

I didn't want to

But I had to.

I Let go of 

Things, precious things.


Even though I 

Lie next to 

Your corpse, I 

Feel my throat 

Dry and my

Tears to be 

Cold, like your

Skin.


I pluck out 

Roses and I

Keep them next

To your gravestone,

Hoping you come

And pluck out 

The thorns with

Me.


I remember leaving

You without bidding

A goodbye and 

Telling you something

I should have 

But I didn't. 


Now, I lay

Here beside the

Memories we built.


I look up

At the stars,

Trying to find

You somewhere between

Those stars or 

Inside those stars. 


I try to

Breathe in this

Suffocating air of

Guilt and blood,

Of how you 

Cut your wrist

And I just 

Watched the blood 

Flow from your 

Wrists.


I left you 

A long time 

Ago, then why 

Did you call 

Me now?


I left you 

When all the 

Lines became blurry,

Then why did

You slit your

Wrist now?


I sit beside

Your corpse, my

Tears are cold 

And my throat 

Is dry.



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