Friday, May 7, 2010

of loss

all she does is
stare at the screen
flipping through their pictures
smiling at him each time
till the pain punches through her again,
through all the kisses
and grins
all the memories of happier times

all she does is
wait for the the emptiness
to come and drown her,
for her sun's gone
and the cold's too much to take,
surrounded by his things
trying to reach to him
somehow

all she does is
read his texts all day
the promises
the love
and the little things,
typing out replies
she'll never send again

all she does is
cry into her pillow
and go through the motions
in a world
that does not,
for her,
revolve anymore

all she does is
die a little every hour

13 comments:

  1. nice one, u portrayed the pain well here in simple words nd a silent tone..
    "all she does is
    wait for the the emptiness
    to come and drown her,
    for her sun's gone
    and the cold's too much to take,
    surrounded by his things
    trying to reach to him
    somehow"
    :)

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  2. Its everything.
    Painful, yes.
    Devoid of hope, yes.
    Depressing, yes.
    Sad, of course.
    And talking about love, its so full of it.
    Yet, I'll keep the hopes alive.
    You portrayed it beautifully.

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  3. It's a facet of love, I believe. A painful one.. yet. Sometimes things get just this hopeless, and worse still, helpless. :(

    And thanks, honey!

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  4. This was painful. Yet somehow rang so true.

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  5. Yeah.. Hope I succeeded in tapping a little of the pain here..
    Thank you.

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  6. Beautifully written.
    Sad, but then, love is sometimes.

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    These awards are yours here
    Blog on!

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  10. Dying every hour, every minute..
    Each word carries heart wrenching emotions that pierce the soul.

    But tell me this is fiction, just words... I am Richa too and i would hate to know that God has some special pain games going for the name alikes :(

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  11. Richa,
    Yes, this is part fiction.. it's based on a friend's experience. :(
    Thanks for commenting!

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  12. nice post..touchin...liked it..


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  13. Namit, thanks so much.
    I'll check out your post for sure. :)

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