Skip to main content

Red Sweater and Becoming 'Ex'


Just when I thought you can no longer affect me, 

Your red sweater hanging in the wardrobe talked loudly, 

Of fondness and passion that once kept my soul alive

Of rainy days and summer sadness

and of plaintive songs of our love. 

You robbed me of everything that relinquished my soul of constant sorrow. 

I  wonder how you remember me 

because we can no longer be friends or foes. 

It's strange to pretend to be strangers for the rest of our days. 

But your sweater still smells of the coffee I spilled that day, 

Mixed with that cologne of yours that used to drive me crazy, 

I bet I can extract them without hurting a thread. 

I wish we were different people who would cuddle into the sweater, 

without saving up a look to hurt each other

I envy people who still find love, 

who still get to keep sweaters, 

without feeling the need to return them. 

I guess this is what they call an 'ex', 

And I have passed the test to become one, 

To think over you often on sober nights, 

on lonely desperate days, 

On kissing couples and happy endings.

To wonder how well something that is meant to bring people together 

Can also make people distant, 

To end up creating fake scenarios in mind, 

That can satiate your weeping soul. 

Well, congratulations you have become an 'ex'. 

A. C

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

THE SILENT CRY

Darkness ...at  its  zenith Silence.. at  the sound 's lowest decibel.. I wrapped  myself up into the blanket tears rolled down my cheeks.. I cried.. I cried in the dark silence silently.. No voice of my cry.. I bite my hands.. I cried silent loudly.. I cried for the dreams unfulfilled I cried thinking of my unpredicted future.. I cried thinking of my unknown death.. I cried thinking of my  inabilities I cried  thinking of  the gifts  not given to me I cried  thinking of my people.. And I complained  God Almighty for the miseries given to me.. ... I   wiped  off my tears.. I smiled. Perfect... Nothing is better than this silent loud cry..!! A.C
1 comment
Read more

Kaathal - The Core Breaker of 2023

  Kaathal - The Core is one of the movies of 2023 that left an ache in my heart. It's the kind of movie where you just sit and stare at the wall for hours after you finish it. I keep thinking about the pain of Mathew, Omana, Thankan and Chachan and it is something that continues to haunt me. Mathew’s pain is something that has become part of him by living the prime of his life pretending to be an integral part of a heteronormative society. His calm and meek personality is like a dormant volcano that is likely to erupt anytime. When he confronts his pain with Chachan and Omana, we see him peeling off his outer layer of crust and showing us his core. The core, that has carried deep wounds of fear and shame of coming out and confronting his fears, all this while.  I don’t think I have seen a more compassionate and kind woman as Omana in recent movies. Despite being in a marriage that doesn’t fulfill her needs, she stays in it for years for the sake of Mathew. And when the right ...
Post a Comment
Read more

Little Poem

  My procrastination ends here, While the urge to write chokes my throat, My hands get paralysed as in a trance, I find excuses to write a little poem, I make up a lonely man, a distressed woman, a lovers’ quarrel, an unrequited love, But they are reluctant to play the part, Maybe i should give them a raise, Or throw a party at midnight, Maybe a few drinks might work, Only if they don’t puke. I can expect a little vandalism,  Some damage to the property and a mini scandal, Possibly out of rage. But at the end when I bring my weapons, Sometimes they get scared and back off, Some may never come back, Others find it funny and mock at me, And opportunists, seeing my desperation, Attacks me with manipulation. And all these while, my three panic attacks  talk to me in a different language, I try to write a little poem With a racing heart and flowing eyes, I write my little poem, tortured and broken, I end my little poem, Like a mighty warrior,  Who had a pyrrhic victory.
Post a Comment
Read more