Monologue of a Broken Mind

Monologue of a Broken Mind

“Move on, Move forward, move on”

You were nothing but a meagre sacrificial pawn

In his game of narcissism and selfish glory;

An anomaly in his seemingly grander life story.

News Flash! Who are you to question him?

His cup of problems is already filled to the brim

Oh you can’t possibly be so naive, hurt and in pain

To doubt his love and affection, you must be insane. 

Crumpled sheets haunted by that unused pillow

Everything's been done, aught does anybody owe?

But your eyes only close to softly reminisce the time,

When his and your existence intertwined and rhymed.

“The way you look at him, is a sight of pure love”

Misguidedly reassuring words by random street doves.

What they saw, perhaps (he did?) he never did, never will;

Yet his one typed word brings your world to a stand still.

News Flash! You are a psycho, not a woman scorned in devotion,

Your deepest insecurities set this dubious match in motion

They should have remained undisclosed,rotting away your vigour,

As fraudulent happiness replaced the ingenuity with a tiring rigour. 

Respect and his time are overrated demands you don’t deserve,

For you feel so deeply- you fell off the practicality learning curve. 

Unwillingly move on you must, it is his perennial command

Your rapturous fondness just disrupts his life so well planned. 

News Flash: You are a hopeless fool who will never discern,

You once caught his fancy, but now you merit to be spurned

For there are far more dazzling eyes and smiles to be found

He is a priceless gemstone, your ‘clinginess’ was pathetically unbound. 

So live with your hopes of the future that shall never arrive,

Women like you are destined to survive and not thrive. 

Let the humdrum of the city drown you and your insolent tears,

You are a deplorable ruin; and he has far more superior frontiers. 

The End

The End

Mourning the death of a heart just unbroken

Incessant emotions conveyed in words unspoken

Wine replaces blood, disdain replaces trust

Pretences born to mend the crevices; now bust. 

Encompassing my entire colluded existence,
A bare thread of hope provides resistance
To the agonising sensibilities so obligatory-
Spirit relives with supreme pining- all the spent glory.

As lonely sunsets replace embracing sunrises so warm-

The empty space in my bed now brews the perfect storm

With ingredients of eternal longing and the ultimate gloom

Yet my bones await, for after winter, spring flowers do bloom. 

Your boundless, pure sheltered warmth is not mine to claim;

Moist eyes, quivering hands, bent knees still breathe your name. 

What was once ours, becomes yours and hers without chastity

My romanticism of craving your embrace will never succumb to laxity. 

A journey for two lovers, the destination was for two strangers, 

Expected obstacles do now the fragile soul do they endanger

But unconditional love surpasses restraints and lets one grow

And I shall wait in utter languish for you and your worth; must you show. 

The Loss

The Loss

The pain pierces a heart filled with love;

Yearning for the one sent from above.

By angels of hope or demons of fate,

One never finds out before its too late. 

The nocuous deed has been done

He will remain forever  my ‘the one’, 

I will eagerly wait for the eons to pass

Surviving on memories created to last. 

His smile frozen in time is my sunshine

His lingering heartbeat replaces my lifeline;

The shape of his hand plastered on my palm

The melodies of his voice are a warming balm.

This summer will be filled with the coldest nights

The ghosts of yesterday illuminated by city lights. 

Desperate tears that have graced my pillows

Will emulate, on a full moon night, the pacific billows.

No words, no prayers will ever materialise

The infinite love I sought as my precious prize

For the battles I’ve fought, some won some lost; 

I am destined to be crumbled by destiny's true cost.