Aftermath

And, as we pick our way
through strewn cutlery,
ripped cushions, shattered
dreams and broken china,
this devastation that scars
more than just our living room
and underlines the inanity
of mutual differences,
the debris of a shared, shredded
harmony, of lost cuddles,
laughter and entwined bliss,
broken photo-frames,
dead, incinerated memories,
tainted, amputated egos,
we gaze upon one
another, uncertain, exhausted.
And in those sad pools of
emptiness, digging deep
for salvation,
i think i find
you again.

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5 thoughts on “Aftermath

  1. Now I get it.If you find “him” again. Will it be an aftermath?To me it will be a serendipity.Like always nicely done. You are inspiring me to take up poetry again!!! And that is saying a lot.

  2. thank u anand. true, that is saying a lot. 🙂 i am honoured. adi, thanks. it is: i think i find you again. i’ll remove the faulty punctuation. thanks, again, for pointing it out.

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