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Whispers and Words #18 | So I Thought

***

I unknowingly uttered
My thoughts out loud,
'Amid this rush of endless scrolls,
Only a handful read poetry,
And even they...
They fail to read the poet.'

My friend was
Quick with a reply,
'It's failure by design.
If you wanted to be truly heard,
You would have a conversation.
You wouldn't write poetry.'

***

I said to her, with a sigh,
'Maybe someday,
I'll love myself
Like you love yourself.'

She replied, with a smile,
'Maybe someday,
The ones who strive to light the world
Won't be immersed in darkness themselves.'

***

"Life sucks."
"Yes, it does."

And just like that,
In a string of conversations,
Life would have come to pass,
Even become a little better along the way.

Or so I thought...

When I cried at her wedding,
It wasn't because of losing her.
I was thinking of another wedding,
I had planned to attend,
But never could and never will.

The silver lining has come loose now.
Wearing a threadbare coat,
I'm rowing a boat,
Staying barely afloat.

Having a conversation makes us human,
But I often wonder if
The things we don't say
Define who we are.
Same holds true for the poems I write,
Something for the readers, while
Reserving a little bit only for myself.

***
Dedicated to love, friendship and everything life throws at us. Did you like it? Leave a comment.

I clicked this picture
in 2019,
at Kudle beach, Gokarna 


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