Saturday, 2 January 2016

Lonely Bodies (A Poem)




He was the white words carved into the black heart,
Displaying himself in bits and pieces,
Shy and calm.

He smiled each night
Thinking that smiling would drive away the loneliness with his fading smile,
When there will be the lack of light.

Alone and aloof, far from the flimsy stars,
He loathed himself for having the scars.

Little did he know how beautiful those scars made him,
That each night she prayed for a glimpse of his.

He hid behind those cottony clouds, trying hard not to disturb the world.
He must have cried silently there,
Burying his face in that opaque billow.
She wished he knew that it wasn't a sin to weep on the face of this twirling earth.

His brokenness was visible and bright,
Broken is beautiful,
He made her realize.


They were just two lonely bodies residing under the unseen galaxy,
Under the untraveled space.
Little did they know that each night they brighten up each other’s face.
And each considered the other’s absence, a winsome disgrace. 

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