My condolences to you

heart kneeding

While I was sliding down the edges of your burnt past
I realized there was more in store than I was looking for
Inside you, you were slithered from the start like a beggar standing on the street
playing a violin, oh of course the song that I loved
You think you are a star shining among the weeds of wilt grass
but you are a scar that emerged from somewhere far.

Looking at you I felt as if I am inside a broken trolley of not nicely cut fishes
hailed from the dead sea, bound to rotten against the walls of your supremacy
and there you are floating across in bewilderment of your scorched heat.
You pulled me up but boy I am already gone,
but you will always be described in my eyes that are now hazy and sunken,
filled with vanilla mixed in blood and salty tears.

The jar of feelings exploded behind you and then it took away, whatever remained
here again I got bottled up and my body dissolved in that not so empty bottle of Bollinger
which then emitted my condolences to you and then it burned
my tears acted as kerosene and your touch the match.

The smoke is now rising into various colors into the atmosphere and will be pulled up along the sky
they will now form a rainbow of my varied hues and then set me free.
Oh I forgot to tell you about the paperwork that you left alone at the table
where you sat reading your own judgment. It went all wrong and stale like pudding covered in thick moss allover which is difficult to throw in regret also veracious to consume.
Go and check my diary which was full of life and smiles, once.

 But, it’s now evacuated like an empty house with no or less doors.
The garden is now barren with someone lying around smeared in grief
Maybe it is my guardian angel
Oh! Now, it’s just me with my hungry soul.
It’s just me with my spoilt anger
it’s just me.

Don’t come after me and spoil my already empty existence.
It’s pretty good in here
It’s pretty
It’s sweet.

I now believe in choosing the best
so when the flowers became red
that girl who was lost among the crowds who owned filth and dust
is now found.
And as she opened for her own autopsy, she found torn pieces of her memories
wrapped up in old muddy clothes, sinking in kerosene ready to be burned.

That girl who was anonymous to her own tattered self,
who now got an occupation where she had to mark the nerves
and pull in some light and she was so ready now
I am that girl.

I am now free
and
happy.

Author's Note

Do comment!

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

'I now believe in choosing the best
so when the flowers became red
that girl who was lost among the crowds who owned filth and dust
is now found.
And as she opened for her own autopsy, she found torn pieces of her memories
wrapped up in old muddy clothes, sinking in kerosene ready to be burned.'

Tragedy, start to finish, metaphorical phrasing, hurt and dismay. This is a dark poem that ends with the need and return for and of peace for Self regained.

[Pragati Chaudhary]

Thankyou so muchhhhhh

[Kerra]

Wow, this is simply amazing, I can really feel this write.

[Pragati Chaudhary]

Thankyou so much Kerra!

[barleygirl]

I am not able to follow every detail of the story in your poem, but this reminds me of how it can be when a person grows up in a bad situation, then other people reject this person becuz he/she wears all those troubles on his/her sleeve, looking down or acting broken. Broken people need to be loved to, but sometimes we just want to keep our lives simple & avoid all the troubles that another person may often bring into our lives (((HUGS)))

[Pragati Chaudhary]

Thanks a lot for your kind reading!

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear friend. You allowed the reader to feel the struggle. Life is a steady teacher and we will keep learning. I liked the journey and the hopeful ending. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Pragati Chaudhary]

thankyou so much coyote!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Pragati.

[Savanna Robbins]

Wow i absolutely love this piece! So well written and expresses so many different emotions

[Pragati Chaudhary]

Aww thanks a lot Savanna!

[Mavericks]

Oh wow! What a mind-blowing read that was! Never know you can get this dark with flow of passion. Loved the metaphors and connotations! Hits different. Plz write more of such. Tuned in!

[Pragati Chaudhary]

Ohh Thanks a lot........
I surely will try to write more!

[Mavericks]

Keep it up!

[Sami Khalil]

Stream of thought is projecting a storyline of a relationship went sour even to the point of death. Hence my condolences seems a bitter end seeking foreclosure. .

[Pragati Chaudhary]

Yes. Taking all of it back!

[Pragati Chaudhary]

Well Thankyou so much for your comment!

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! You are welcome.