It’s the Blood Not Poem

We are human and we do make mistakes, but sometimes we nimble on tiny one and do not bother about the big things that encompass us. This smallest of faults takes life with quarrels, divorces, and suicides. The poem talks about suffering while he and his wife misconstrue. The misunderstanding is created because of not knowing ‘Who they are?’ The sharing and trust also matter to have no broken heart. The poem is the reflection of what I feel, and what I have seen over the fences.

 

My tears roll on this page

As I am made to

A sentiment overflows unceasingly;

So painful to take

My life’s thwarted

Lacerated.

I am living to die

I can’t change

Only you can

The dark lines will live;

This faded excitement,

Dimmed view

This dullness

I can’t see

Why can’t I?

What have I done?

Was I very unlike self?

Can’t you cry?

Seeing the falling;

Have I wronged you?

My so many wrongs

Have broken me by your one wrong;

You separated me

This one is brutal.

Now I drink my teardrops;

Drinking it to stop,

But it flows

And on my face its burrow.

It’s fickle, lost and nervous,

Lifeless and oblivious,

Creating enemies with this surge

I blame, this I disparage;

Is my fate destined to be?

Why I am here?

Why I came?

I don’t know.

I am now pointless;

Wandering in a wondering street

Seems flying to the dreary places.

Lack of your love

Droopily I wander

Kicking the block of bricks,

Punching the remains wall

I don’t sense the hurt

I wound my skins red

I sprint to and fro

What place is this?

People pass by

I drift through the swarms;

Nobody bothers to give a glance,

Nobody heeds what’s next to

I am a single in the mass,

I feel, because you singled me out.

My feet took on

And the aches pass on

Days scratch me down

I focus on, but useless

To me, it’s theirs;

This world of charms and jollities

I am away from this magic of living

And in the angle of miseries.

Depressions hover me,

It fogs up with so many reasons for

We shouldn’t have been separated;

What will happen to our kids?

And the trust of our relatives?

To you and me;

To meet, and memories,

Attachment and affection

Every detail will slowly killed

Now those relationships crushed me

I have been so attached,

I call back howling,

Flinging my body on the floor

Love kills me

My skulls break

Why is life cracking like this?

Why is life created like this?

I didn’t craft this situation

Nor anyone’s art.

It’s the movie

And it has reached to climax

To lay myself

Buried

Dying like a cat,

Freeing from everyone’s care and burden,

Since I have been a poor man

I was unmatched to be well-off

And I wasn’t suit to be a husband and a father

And I wasn’t made to love.

Let me lay now,

As distorted man has no heart to give!

Nobody disturb the depraved corpse.

What sin had I committed?

The offense of loving!

The sin of unapprised reciprocal care?

The fault of fathering offspring?

The failing of keeping silent?

Everything happens in life

But not in loving!

I am dead of my sins

These sins make me mad

Atoned me for if I had wronged.

But don’t you know these are our sins?

Don’t you think these are our lives?

I hark on others live;

They say the interferences, the obstacles, the rebukes

Are the parts of lives?

Each one has restricted love

Further by their children

They keep on together

They know each other.

You said and I said, we have;

Sharing, understanding, saying we can grow again

By and by, you must know me

And I must know you

Who am I?

Who are you?

Where do things go wrong?

I knew not you or me

That’s where we got wrong

Sensible, a person must in whatever

Sense is an affair reality

We cannot lead a poetic life

As all people grave down

I have mind now

And I feel I cannot live

It’s hard to live without you

The distance I keep now

Is the millions of years of distance?

The gap between us

The gap between our children

Is the distance of shade?

The gap is a piece of shade.

As you wish

As you wanted me to separate

These distance and gap

The spaces and mountains

Between us is unbearable

When you had told me dithering words

When your father told me to get a divorce

I did what you desired

I asked what I needed

But you fell to provide me

For the love of you

I did everything.

I am a nag, I nag

But now, here I cry

I cry

The songs I hear make me tears

The room I live makes me submerged

I am crushing

In-between two walls

I am bleeding

My blood are all tears

Our children are also crying

You may be crying

Our children might be longing for sweets

What made you cry?

Here I am having sleepless nights

Turning round and round

Glimpsing about the incidents

The incidents that we had created

To go all underground

It came vividly on the walls

You may say, “I am unlike others,”

We are different

But we are bounded by one

Unbreakable love.