Poetry

Parting

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The crumbled bedsheet,
the lipstick smudge on the goblet rim,
the ruffled hair,
and the aghast look,
all screaming loud,
the warble of humming pain,
now blurred in some infinite oblivion,
as the memories of their last rendezvous
lingered on his mind forever,
like her impression casted on his eyes,
capturing a lifetime of reminiscence
before she said her goodbyes,
and that parting kiss
that smeared his lower lip,
which she held,
not letting go
till the last possible moment,
now showing shades of cerise,
dried and rough,
oozing a slight hint of pain,
and a sweet remembrance,
the only thing
that he can now claim his own,
everything but love

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28 thoughts on “Parting”

  13. This is a beautiful ode to parting on so many levels.The juxtaposition of emotions of holding onto the emotions and letting go is well crafted in your words, Shantanu. Only if the people would understand how love etches deeply in our hearts when it stays in our memories forever.

    Loved it to bits.

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