Deaths And Hearts

By Suman Behera

We left each other

In the middle of nowhere

I could not even figure out

If it was mutual

Or the bridge that was meant

To take us somewhere

We forcefully did smother.

Two strangers

Sharing the same story

What could be more of a cliché?

Let us change it to something

That sane poetry endangers.

Like “Killing the love we felt for each other;

In a manner so gory.”

We ended up,

walking on different roads

But the ghosts of past,

Slit the throats of the living of the present

and drank their blood from a cup.

Death of this love was so slow and distant,

It put all the brutality of the words to a contrast.

By Suman Behera