The Wedding Ring.

By Shashwat Thakur

You tell me that you hate me

But you tell 'em that you miss me.

Your love wanders in intermittence.

I am in incertitude that it is just pretense.

This growing insecurity kills me inside

And I fall apart when I fail to hide

The piercing pain and the subtle smiles.

Broken promises, unexplained lies and divorce files

Push me out of love and put me in a somber situation.

I get stuck betwixt love, chaos and confusion.

Thoughts of separation are just trifling;

I still love you and without you, I won't be surviving.

Fearing and feeling a prick of jealousy,

I see the wildest dreams and it cuts me deeply.

I fall short of words and begin to mumble

Whilst I watch myself in the wild nights as I crumble.

Learning through the long and lonesome nights,

I have grown a lot and I want to put an end to all these futile fights.

Finally I have decided to save our nuptial knot with my love that is dense

And the wedding ring tells me that the threads of our lives are intertwined thence!

By Shashwat Thakur