Insignificant

I know I am not special.
If I were,
I would have read a poem
that you wrote especially for me
on my birthday
because you are a poet
and a damn great one.

I know I am not special.
If I were,
I would have heard you ask me
“What can I do to make your loss feel
more bearable?”
because you do
have a compassionate heart.

I know I am not special.
If I were,
I would have seen
the action after hearing
“I am sorry.”
because action speaks
far louder than words.

I know I am not special
despite how many ‘I love you’s
and justifiable reasons.
I don’t buy it!
Because my heart
feels like an insignificant speck of dust
floating on the ultra unrealistic
social media platform.

Silent Scream

The noises in her head go on without ceasing for years.

“My parents said you are too bright and you won’t hang around.”

“Do you want to marry me? Once we are married, I am eligible for an apartment allocation from my company.”

“When you were so far away, I was so lonely. She was just there for me and I couldn’t resist.”

“Maybe we will consider each other if neither of us is married by 30.”

“Everybody pisses me off including you.”

“You built the wall so tall. You are impossible to love.”

“She emotionally abused me. I don’t feel safe around her.” He said that to the marriage counsellor.

“Stop! You liar, cheater, coward, abuser. All of you, shut the fuck up!” She curls up to a ball and screams in silence.

 

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