“Erased” – Nayana Nair

I dreamt of a cold day,
of a gray sky,
of your warmth dissolving in air,
of your smile being erased.

I lay on your bed
surrounded by, covered in
all the clothes
you won’t ever wear.
I saw myself crying,
refusing to eat or sleep
waiting for a new world to be created
or to leave the world that I am in.

But eventually
I woke up,
I cleaned up my room,
I threw out everything
that mattered to me.
I went to shop
for a stomach that knows hunger
a heart that can forget,
a dream, a life without you.
I thought I loved you more than this.

6 Comments

  1. parikhit dutta says:

    This is quite painful. Loss can be damaging but one cannot let that dictate ones life right and to get and get going doesn’t make love any less πŸ™‚
    (I think in the fourth line you meant ‘your’ than ‘you’ right. The stupid typos and autocorrect!)

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      I know. We must continue to live our life and that doesn’t mean we didn’t love. But one always feels guilty that the sorrow that we thought would devour us, also finally passes.
      Glad you liked my poem 😊
      (Thanks a lot for pointing out the typo 😊)

  2. parikhit dutta says:

    Yes it feels as though the last strand of faith has ended when the sorrow fades. We believed that sorrow and faith were coupled and that it has passed ends any inkling, any hint of going back to what it used to be. But believe me, that’s goodness wrapped and hidden in uncertainty. May be the body needs to heal and thinks it’s enough! Happiness is what it seeks πŸ™‚

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      I totally agree with you πŸ™‚
      At the end of the end say we all pine for happiness in some form.

      1. parikhit dutta says:

        Absolutely! And I think that is the right thing to do. πŸ™‚

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