Written in 2013 – Page 8 – Hearts Still Care

Regretfully

Published on July 5, 2013July 6, 2013 by Harpreet ChhachhiaLeave a comment

So this is how death in love begins:
You stop saying small good mornings,
Berate those insignificant sins,
You once thought of as delightful things.

You take away what I am now used to,
For those are deeds you forget to do;
But I remember these parts of you,
For they were what made your heart feel true.

I am more difficult than I know;
But that is what you already knew;
Now you see what you chose to ignore;
Difficulty seems like something new.

I don’t believe you love me no more.
I do not think any less of you.
But you seem like others gone before,
Past lessons all seem truer than true.

Love is often such that finds those
Who pursued you claiming forever
Forgetting the vows they made in throes,
When your own love starts to endeavor.

Maybe the condescension of time
Is meant to be, is meant to be,
And all feeling is meant to decline,
Regretfully, regretfully.

In Two Days

Published on July 2, 2013 by Harpreet ChhachhiaLeave a comment

In two days, words were spoken that left my heart quite broken.

It wasn’t a complete shattering; but a shrewd, quiet battering.

I wonder why words matter so, when i quite plainly know, that those who willfully spoke meant words to painfully stoke vanity and vulnerability, which I hide deep within me.

But the heart shelters these two with that which has kept me true.

The words flew in and struck, and i was quite out of luck, they lashed and broke quite a bit – I’m still reeling from the hit.

A corner here, a chunk there, no word was lost to barren air; so I nestle chips and dents and, through this poem, it vents its bitterness and loss of hope, wondering how I’ll manage to cope with the ideal of love inside the reality of pride.