Poetry: An Honest Admission

"We talked less and cared lesser,

between us, no love lost."

"We laughed less, fought lesser,

though long back, deeply love-struck."

"Love, was it? Or a mere illusion,

some prophetic dream or a poetic creation?

For we feel no pain nor cry a single tear,

did our hearts really break? No more we are anyway dear."

"Perhaps life happened,

or our love was dampened.

It might not be love, after all,

so we didn't survive our fall."

"But how does it matter now?

For all we knew is lost somehow.

Better we walk on paths different,

aloof of each other, indistinctly indifferent."

"No point watering a plant, inside out, so dead;

we have, after all, a long life ahead."

Thus concluded a conversation and a life's chapter,

why be for life, a captive or a captor?

A poem of heartbreak: Casted Away, I Have

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