The other side of the bed

Forsaken by sleep and lying down on bed,

 

Still unable to open my eyes into reality

 

Where you are no longer here with me,

 

And the other side of the bed is empty.

 

 

 

The side which is motionless intact and safe,

 

Still smells of your sweet and unforgettable scent.

 

It constantly reminds me of your absence,

 

By making me realize that you are not coming back.

 

 

The pillow has turned wet because of my tears,

 

And there is no place left for me to rest.

 

Though time has wiped away your material presence,

 

But I’m still unable to sleep on the other side of the bed.

Reviews

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The last stanza was really touching....though its short but enough words to decipher the sorrow...loved it!

[Bhavya Kaushik]

Thank you :) Means a lot.

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This is amazing, Your poem speaks of profoundness of love,
Very well written. Like your style