Feathered Pen

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
For her
The last farewell letter.

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His silent love

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.


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