Friday, October 10, 2025

Emotional Poverty


She broke my heart into pieces,
Yet I picked them up,
gathered them all.
Only to build a palace for her,
A home...

Where she would never dwell.
Little by little, all her memories
Turned into fire, burning through my thoughts.
And when my heart was already in flames,
She brought fuel,
Not to end the fire,
But to make it last forever.

My love for her; an eternal flame,
Burning beyond reason,
Not dousing, even If I beg.
Through the brightest days
And the darkest nights,
It burned on,
shunning all the world's light.

Do I dare love her still;
Or not to love?

A war within
causing chaos,
And a question that never finds an answer.

A silence that screams,
A wound that never bleeds.
In the space between clarity and chaos,
Stripped of warmth,
Stripped of hope,
I am left with nothing…

But this

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

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