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Idiot In Love

By Joel Doni Chirappurathu


Amidst the deafening roar of silence,

Silence that you trusted with whatever was left…

Left of the heart, of broken starts

A pact of which I was never a part

Drums of war beat harder still

Sitting at the window sill

Where I held your hand in darkest night

And held you close, held you tight

And proud of the gem I called my own

The soul that was my corner stone


Amidst the quiet of the black,

Amidst the hope I wanted back

The hope that I could keep you here

Always close, always near

I lost the eyes that'd look into mine

And the spark I knew was gone for a while

And the light inside your dark abyss

That final little light of bliss

That you kept close, that you kept tight

Light of which I lost sight


I look at the bear that you would hug

He looked at me, smiling smug

Every second digging deep

Of a heart I couldn't care to keep

I looked it close in those beady eyes

"You held things I never knew, right?

Of the things Id beg, to hold for her

Not for the world, but only for her

But she told you, like you would care

Over my arms, a stuffed bear?

Where then pray tell did she go?!

Is it true? Is it so?

Was it for I was never enough

Was I that bad at this...love stuff?

Tell me now! I need to know

For the Love of God, tell me no?"


Every moment tearing a part

Of the eyes that looked at its cold heart

And the smile that smiled and smiled and smiled

Why was this "Gift" I got, so vile

I remember that day, Oh! Like new

You laughed and I hadn't a clue

Of how silly and goofy and crazy too

Was this idiot that just kept loving you


By Joel Doni Chirappurathu


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Harshita happy
Harshita happy
Dec 31, 2025
Rated 4 out of 5 stars.

Very nice poem 👏

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Blessy Baby
Blessy Baby
Dec 30, 2025
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

Beautifully depicted the inner turmoil. Well done

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Blessy Baby
Blessy Baby
Dec 30, 2025
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

Beautifully depicted the inner turmoil. Well done.

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Priya Kumari
Priya Kumari
Dec 30, 2025

Nice one

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Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

Good one

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