End of the road

A sadness so profound,
Washed over me in waves,
Some things are never what they seem,
Some bonds too broken to repair,
The ills have garnered,
For far too long,
Alas now it is too late,
They remain dark and cloudy,
Swept under the listless carpet,
Remnants of a dreary past..

My momentary hopes,
Of unison and peace,
Which lit up my quiet, fierce nights,
Now lie crushed and forgotten,
Under my damp and wornout pillows,
Alongside yesterday's blooming jasmine,
It's fragrance now, more a myth than reality..

But perhaps all is not lost, Life may…










Mrudhula Koshy

Writer. Urban Designer moonlighting as occasional poet and storyteller.

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