It lies dead in my heart.
In the spaces between us,
It had waited with bated breaths,
For long hours… maybe years.
Smoke filled eyes, fiery minds
Tongues at war and at night
Two strangers made love….
Oblivious to pleasure, breathing in pain.
But, before it becomes unbearable…..
I saw in the freezing cold of your eyes,
Dead emotions, mute protests, unfeeling sentiments
All intermingled in the cowardice of your heart;
I shall give it a vent
I shall kill my own cowardice.
Tonight, its only me.
No unbridged distance between two bodies
No efforts to connect two souls;
Only an ocean of tears for silence frittered away
For hope, buried and dead.
By Brinda Sharma
This poem was first published in Eclectic (September 2008) issue