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Cimmerian

Sitting decked up from head to toe

My flamingo pink lehenga sits perfectly on me

Diamond ring, bridal jewellery from Tiffany and Co.

A strange heavyweight do I feel bearing this halo

A man's heart is a wretched, wretched thing and

So can be said about a woman's mind

Wherein lie deep-seated fantasies

And she'll do anything to make them come true

Now, look at me, I am getting married tonight

My fiance is such a fancy man.

But that's not why I wear the ring he gave

This marriage is just a business deal.

 

I can never love him, I can never love anybody.

My heart is devoid of anything, no, I don't have any soft feelings.

He took my heart, my first lover and put me on the rack,

He left me stranded in the green meadows and I thought it was love.

He crushed my soul so hard, good Lord, I can breathe the same no more.

 

But what if staring at the large window from this second floor,

I see the same man climb up to me and reach out for support?

I love you, baby, come back to me; I'll never leave you alone.

And in three clićhed words, I might forgive him a million times more.

Holding my hand and circling his long fingers on my wrist

He keeps saying all those things which I'd always wanted to hear from him

Oh, the warmth of his hands. Oh, the solace in his eyes

But the timing is so very wrong, it's like a savage night.

 

Knock, knock, Rai, open the door; the bridegroom has arrived.

Rai, hurry, climb down with me, I've a carriage down to drive.

Elope with my lover who broke my heart so many times that I've lost the count

Or marry the man whose silent love I don't want to recount.

I've never seen a dilemma, so uncanny, so full of philophobaic love.


*I wrote this poem about 3 years ago. God knows why I never posted it. Now, looking back, I feel I should had. So, posting it now. After all, better late than never.

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