She gifted me
A feathered pen
On our first anniversary
With which I hoped to write
Stories, poems, songs and many more
Things that made her smile.
Red and feathered, the gift,
A beauty unutilized
Until I took it out of the case
And wrote –
On a blotted paper.
Blue ink dropped by erroneous trembling hands
Words blotched by running tears
My heart pounding as I scrawled each word
With her gift, I wrote my first
The last farewell letter.
You stripped me of my scarred skin
And looked through my injured soul
As you feel my pain through them
It hurt me even more.
Silence brimmed in your glaring eyes
When you delved in my profound wounds
So deep yet so painless
In you, quietly the anger tuned.
As you look through the shrivelled cuts
You read a silent tale
Of love and pain put together
In complete dissonance.
Your desperate kiss and feathery touch
Pleaded my soul to heal
And then, I knew I found the man
Amidst this beautiful surreal.
He, who promised to drown in me
To revive all my flaws
He will be the man, I know,
Who will love me in my chaos.