Poetry: Matter of Hearts

Words and feature image by Gaurangi Joshi

I have been hit by time and space,
Woven by this endless lace.
I am tired of this chase.
Can I find some peace in this hopeless place?
For a decade, I have been fixing this broken locket.
Can you find some love for me in your pockets?
Bones are getting thick, holding this fragile heart.
When I show my scars, they applaud calling it art.
Swaddled soul of mine, sulk silently through my veins,
When I found our picture in my ripped jeans.
A melancholic song I write every day,
Staring at the ceiling with an oblivion sight.
Nothing in the world has come easy or without a fight.
You leave something to get somewhere.
You have to untie knots to be tangled again.
All this worry of yours will be in vain.
I have been trapped with these desires.
I can’t comprehend,
I gasp upon the beliefs that are futile and cannot transcend.
Deep eyes of yours,
Busy with the chaos and chores.
My dream on your land can be a lament.
Will you look in my eyes for a moment?
Shattering the glass, swimming the pool of dead dreams,
I have gathered my swaying heart to rest.
Am I still a story buried in your chest?