After you left

My door drooped with depressing delusions

contemplating a complete close down

the flimsy curtains vainly tried to shoulder the pain

only their innate exuberance kept them feebly fluttering in the breeze

soft whispers lay entrapped in the dilapidated walls

never sleeping yet unable to force the issue

keeping my eyelids pinned open, staring vacantly

congeries of emotions lay congealed on the cold marble floor

I bit into a slice of pain drying on the windowsill

the back of my throat, drier than a desert, ached endlessly

the sheets on the bed crumpled like cracked glass

leaving longitudinal lacerations on my naked body

lightning failed to illuminate the penumbra of my fragmented heart

So I sit under the shroud of stars every night

as the wolf moon joins me in singing dirges till the morning

the sallow sun saunters into my courtyard

dropping a bowl of pity in my lap

the voiceless scream that had been tapping in my chest

sinks to my stomach tiredly

my muddled mind is a morass of emptiness

unable to take a categorical stand

I cradle the un-grieved losses in my arms

the futility of living never more unbridled than now.

69 thoughts on “After you left

  1. So utterly gothic, solemn, and filled with evocative grief with haunting imagery to encompass it. This is fascinating, Punam, from the alliteration to figurative imagery like in these lines:

    “the back of my throat, drier than a desert, ached endlessly

    the sheets on the bed crumpled like cracked glass

    leaving longitudinal lacerations on my naked body

    lightning failed to illuminate the penumbra of my fragmented heart

    So I sit under the shroud of stars every night

    as the wolf moon joins me in singing dirges till the morning”

    This is so tragic, so devastating. You wrote this beautifully, it’s moving.

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  2. So evocative, Punam! Love these lines –
    the sallow sun saunters into my courtyard
    dropping a bowl of pity in my lap

    The dark side of our minds brilliantly expressed! Thank you so much for joining in.

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  3. The tragedy well written Punam. I agree with the others on their favourite lines but have to add mine – “congeries of emotions lay congealed on the cold marble floor”
    Thanks for joining in 🙂

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  4. “the voiceless scream that had been tapping in my chest

    sinks to my stomach tiredly

    my muddled mind is a morass of emptiness

    unable to take a categorical stand

    I cradle the un-grieved losses in my arms

    the futility of living never more unbridled than now.”

    This part reminds me of how I felt when I lost my dad right after high school. My first year or 2 of college was laden with so much sadness and anger. As always my dear, your words touched my heart! 😘❤️🥰🤗

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    1. I think pain and sadness affects most of us in a similar manner, only our reactions are different. Thanks for sharing, Jenna…I can understand how difficult a time that must have been. But thankfully life moves onwards and we learn to cope with our losses.
      Hugs, dear Jenna. 🤗🤗❤️❤️😘

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  5. ” the voiceless scream that had been tapping in my chest sinks to my stomach tiredly”- my favourite line.

    Beautiful poem. Set in the ambience of a room, the theme of the’ ungrieved losses’ are expressed well. Apt similes, metaphors, alliterations and verbal images have enriched the feelings. The words succumbed to you like clay in potter’s hand . The connect with the readers is easy. Very evocative.

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  6. My 2 Faves: “I bit into a slice of pain drying on the windowsill “; “the futility of living never more unbridled than now”. Fiercely powerful writing as usual, Punam–I feel these 2 lines hard and deep right now.

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  7. WOW! What a beauty of a poem Punam! Every line seems to spring out from the computer and crave for attention in hope that the reader can dull its pain.
    Beautiful! Loved it! 🙂

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  8. Felt the same. The emotions, feelings after the person leaves. ‘muddled mind is a morass of emptiness unable to take a categorical stand’ oh the confusions. Loved reading it.

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