Posted in The Untold Story

Heartbreak’s Sound

What does a heartbreak sound like?
Your heart is sensitive,
Isn’t it?
Does it cry loud
When broken into pieces?
Does it experience
Multiple feelings at the same time?
Does it also feel empty and heavy
At some point of time?
Yes it does.

Is it less than a sign of a heartbreak?
Is it not what sad poetry sounds like?
Yet you ask me,
What does a heartbreak feel like so
Let me tell you,

Emotions run down your spine,
Making the time go slow,
The day and the night
Are of the same length,
Old days, old memories
Get on your nerves
Sticking to your heart and soul
Just like a permanent tattoo.

The hurricane of winds
Paves their way through the
Polluted atmosphere
Making your mind think
Of your mistakes.
It sounds like the dusty book
That is willing to get cleaned
Once again.
It’s like the dew drops
Waiting for an aura of petrichor.

Neither does it cry aloud
Nor does it stay silent.
It tells you variety of poetries
By bleeding chronicles
Of agony and distress.
It narrates the story of those dried flowers
Of the spring that urge you
To water them with purity
So that they can bloom
In the garden of love.
It’s like those unfinished tales
Waiting to complete itself.

A broken heart just resembles
The dark sky with meteors
Wanting to shine bright again
And shower the rains of happiness
Again in your life.
It feels that the sun has sunk
Forever leaving our soul in
The pool of darkness all alone.
And yes,
Let me tell you,
It sounds like the heart is
Lifeless and is craving
For its life again.

Ask those who have experienced
A heartbreak by trusting others,
By putting their heart and soul on stake
They are still trying to get out of the formidable hurdles,
Candles of love and hope
Light in their heart
They’re just bearing the pain
Without uttering a single word.

ShadesofLife

Author:

When I am not busy scribbling and sketching away on little pieces on paper, I am found cozying on my recliner enjoying movies and cartoons. A dreamer and an artist, I am in love with all things beautiful. Prefer Bukowski and Gulzar over Shakespeare and Tagore. And nights over daytime. Anti-social and friendly in the same breath. Desperately trying to bring being nice in vogue. This blog is an itinerary of a girl amidst the cacophony of metropolitan life facing the struggles & unexpected surprises that life offers.

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