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The Ones Who Still Love Me

Published on by Harpreet Chhachhia2 Comments

It’s the third day
Since you left
Me.
The crying is now intermittent,
Between daily chores.
They interfere with the tears,
So, sadness lies hidden
Like the truth you never shared.

The ones who still love me
Become vocal.
They blame.
I cannot.
I’m in love.
It’s masochistic.

I regress into my room.
Fearful their love
Will terrify mine.

I can’t blame.
Not them. Not even you.

It’s all a matter of
Love.

Logic may appear –
Bringing a scale –
When promises and the past
Are measured.

It may.

Right now I deal
With hiding tears,
And countering
Future fears.

Sonnet

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I took his hand, while drifting on the shore,
He mistook the shallows for the ocean.
His youth found the beauty in all the lore,
Caressing the anchor, devoid of motion.
My captain stood against a want and need,
To protect him from what must lay ahead:
Shattered lessons of betrayal and greed,
Of weighed down dreams, upon an ocean bed.

What he does not know now need not be known…
But when landlocked safety is rejected,
I‘d have to take what I myself have grown,
And sail to the deep and the dejected.

When waters roar and his eyes froth with fear,
I wish enough remains to pull him near.

Trojan

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It’s all a matter of time:
Love evolves into honesty
And the tube light glare
Rips through at some point.
The thing that was once hidden,
Under the guise of empathy,
Lies naked for all to see,

Like a broken body after rape,
Open to the lenses of posterity
And a boggling public
That cranes to see which part
Was most abused.
The need to hide exists no more.
Justice demands sight and hearing.
A lynching is required.

Love is stronger than romance
And it can withstand a slap,
Or two.

Compromise is a grey area.

Love was not the same,
Either for Helen or Mumtaz –
Tom had jumped on a sofa
And after begetting children
Of blood, they say,
It all ended amicably.
I mean, the jumping ended.

I think myself grand enough
To think mine will last.
I shall let the Trojans in though;
Because I love horses.
(That is a different kind of love.)