Wail from the coffin

Wail from the coffin


Memories fade the edges of pictures imprinted on our minds.
They blur the images and make them fuzzy and smudged,
Unclear, unfocussed, grainy, our thoughts become.
Recalling past events invokes an unidentifiable ache,
where once the heart used to beat.
Recollecting old memories, damages the soul.


A place where once you were happy, no longer exists.
It’s vanished, wiped clean of its existence.
Destroyed and damaged beyond recognition.
There is no turning back, its all gone.
Disappeared, washed away by the tides of,
unfeeling time and deliberate neglect.


All traces of fond times and happy places,
erased from the unsuspecting past.
It was a gradual decomposition, chip by chip,
each monument was broken down, inch by inch,
torturously, crushed slowly, blow by blow.


The degradation was swift but excruciatingly slow.
The slate was wiped clean, of its emotions,
and feelings, stripped of its treasures.
The path to the past’s door was barricaded with,
Padlocks of the present, gates slammed shut,
like the closing of the coffin lid.


Pitch black, suffocating, claustrophobic,
My living space has become.
Gasping for breath, clawing at the velvet-lined lid,
I scream wordlessly, panic sets in.
All I can hear is the sound of my voice,
Shrieking and calling your name.


You walked away after hammering the last nail,
in the coffin, unconcerned of my heart’s decay.
Oblivious to,
my soul’s rotting,
my life seeping out,
of my abandoned and listless body.
My outstretched hand, imploring eyes.
My heartrending wails, my strangled cries.
My unfulfilled desires, my unspoken sighs.
My final words to you,
had you stopped to listen, were,

“Darling, I’ll always love you.”




Lucks aka Sulekha

Roxy and Emilio

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When will Roxy learn that Emilio is not, the one,

Who will appreciate her love and give her, her due.

He will not understand her fears or fulfil her needs,

He will just walk away, whenever he feels.

Uncaring, that he is breaking her heart.

Unaware, that she has unconditionally,

worshipped him from the start.

Why does Roxy long for Emilio?

Why can’t she see him for what he is?

Why does she kiss the ground he walks on?

Why can’t she let him be?

Emilio shuns Roxy every step of the way,

and doesn’t give her the time of the day.

He feeds on her attention, but ignores her.

He breaks her heart at every chance, and

walks away without a backward glance.

What she needs to do first and foremost,

is to kick him where it hurts the most.

Treat him as shabbily as he has, treated her.

A blow so fine that he always remembers.

Roxy needs to bring Emilio down,

a rung or two, on her ladder of love.

She needs to make him see the folly,

of his wayward ways.

Give him a chance to redeem himself,

in a couple of days.

But if he still cannot see her true love,

he needs to be sent packing right away,

and never allowed to be anywhere,

near Roxy, come what may.

Lucks aka Sulekha

P.S.  This post was inspired by a lovely post at http://gypsyroxylee.wordpress.com/2011/07/11/wont-you-please-look-my-way/

Do read her lovely article on love and heartbreak of Roxylee.