Broken Heart

Sleepless nights and days in vain

Two sides of the same coin

Love and pain.

All the memories you preserved

The tiny toys and the long poems

The scribbled notes and the blurry photos

Ashes. They turn to ashes as they say goodbye

They move on with their life

While you lay there and sigh.

Why did you remember the color of their shirt

And their smell on a rainy day

Why did you remember their eyes and their gaze

Why did you save old photos and fridge magnets

Why love when all it brings is heartbreak after heartbreak

Angel

They say the brightest morning

Come after the longest nights

I was engulfed in darkness

Until you stepped in with your shining light.

A sole candle, enough to keep the darkness at bay

My heart belonged to you, I didn’t even have a say.

You taught me what love is, pure, kind and compassionate

You taught me, you can be calm in arguments and in heart, passionate.

laughter fills our room,

As we have date nights under the moon

You became my biggest supporter and cheerleader

You were the one pushing me to climb the ladder

Even in anger you don’t lose your mind

Your words towards me are always so kind

When life had bought me on my knee

You came and pulled me up, I knew it was meant to be.

(C) Sneha P

Longing

Longing.

A harsh, melancholy feeling

You watch the couple run through the rain

Hand in hand, laughing

And you feel, longing.

A desire to laugh with someone

A desire to be desired.

You watch him talk about her, sparkle in his eyes

And you feel longing.

A desire to find someone who’s eyes shine

Some one to call “mine”

You watch them build a house together

And you feel longing

To hold someone’s hand as they build you a chair

Or a table or a silly little mailbox.

And all you desire

Is to be wanted.

To be loved.

To be held.

To belong.

The stranger in the coffee shop

I watch her sip coffee sitting at the table opposite mine

Her manner is quizzical, her laugh lyrical

She is clumsy, dropping crumbs of food and then a spoon

She looks like she is focusing hard on her book

Her eyes have that dreamy look

She is lost in a world that is entirely her own

In a room of darkness, her soul just glows

Her smile has my heart pounding in my chest,

I try to speak through my eyes, the rest is better left unsaid.

© Sneha Pathak Copyright 2022

Reminds me of the song – Falling In Love in a Coffee Shop

I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew
I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much

Begin Again

This is an attempt to participate in the following poetry challenge – Double Take

Walnut, the cappuccino on the table

Hazel, your eyes

Blue, my heart

Pink, our cheeks since we are both shy

Yet you wonder why am I quieter than on the phone

You don’t know my battle stories of love

It would shake you to the core.

And now, my mind stands guard like corps

Protecting my fragile heart

For I’ve seen it all

Faux friends and fearsome foes

Cold lovers and Fiery roads.

So I stand guard and eye your next move

You surprise me and mutter

“I don’t know your yesterday, but I want to know your tomorrow. “

And suddenly, love doesn’t seem like a room full of sorrows.

© Sneha Pathak Copyright

I used the following words –

core – inner part
corps – army subdivision

and

faux – fake
foe– enemy

PS – This poem reminds me of the following Taylor Swift song called “Begin Again”

I’ve been spending the last eight months

Thinking all love ever does is break, and burn, and end

But on a Wednesday in a café, I watched it begin again

All for love

You find a plant

You nurture it with love

You give it water and sunshine from above

One day when the plant has grown big

Every time you touch it, the thorns prick.

Why does love hurt you wonder?

But this isn’t the first time remember?

The boy you gave a card to in fifth grade

Who threw it away because you weren’t his type.

The one in high school who never replied to your texts

Then you gave up on love, that was the best.

But you found a friend who you could talk to

But when you confused friendship with love, he laughed at you.

Then came one when you were 21,

Who gave you love and attention and said you were the one

Slowly, your midnight conversations took a romantic turn.

You began to await his calls and to meet him for coffee

But once he realized your love, he tossed you like a second prize trophy.

And you watched him love someone else over you for years

He indifferently watched you suffer and In tears.

Then you find someone who reciprocates your emotions

But soon, you realize it was false devotion.

The promises of love turn to bitter venom spewed

Your love is reborn as hate anew.

He yells at you when you’re stressed, treating you like stale bread

Something to fill his lonely life with, but not something to cherish

He holds on to you because he is afraid he won’t find some other girl

So he throws at you scraps of love

And like a porcelain doll, you twirl.

The thorns of love prick you hard

You bleed and bleed

But the pain won’t stop.

The thorn is stuck too deep inside

The wound is cut open wide.

So you gulp down the pain and the tears

And you continue to live in this realm of love or fear.

Toxic love that drains your heart

But a little doll, you play your part.

– Sneha Pathak

Love language

Up and Down.

Down and Up.

My love language –

Raw, unfiltered, unleashed.

Gratitude, adoration, poetry.

Tears, giggles, banter.

Perceived as –

Rough, tumultuous, overbearing

Like a raging storm, unpredictable,

Childish and shallow.

Your love language –

Measured, laconic, bounded.

Debate, arguments and Intellectual companionship.

Protective, possessive, harsh.

Perceived as –

Shallow, brutal and hurtful.

So we take each other,

Up and Down.

Down and Up.

You find yourself drowning

Smothered in the sea of my emotions.

I feel myself parched,

Thirsty for verses of love.

Its like –

Over watering your plants and killing them,

Leaving your garden rot with weeds.

Where is the middle ground?

Living in extremes

Silence and screams.

A poet and a mathematician.

A writer and a historian.

A painter and an architect.

Madness and method.

The sea and the rock

When they meet, they clash.

But they meet.

As the waves go up and down.

Down and Up.

(c) Sneha Pathak

A marriage story

Like a gentle breeze that seems pleasant at first

Then turns to a violent storm, a sudden burst.

You fall in love, slowly at first

Then all at once.

You begin to smile more when they are around

Sleep, for you, is hard to be found.

Long phone calls late at night,

Your heart is on cloud nine, and your mind joins the flight.

Rational thinking goes out the window

Your eyes crave to see them, come sun or snow.

Then the sweet nothings continue as love blossoms rapidly

You overlook their flaws, quite stupidly.

But as the weeks, years roll by, and reality sets in

You begin to see, they weren’t really a prize to win.

Their habits seem to get on your nerves every day

The words, once sweet like honey, now just bring you dismay.

You feel entangled in the thick web of complications that surround you

You try to solve your issues, but each day flowers misunderstandings anew.

You watch them waste away their life on the couch

You watch them turn into a mindless grouch.

People say that’s just marriage and it’s natural

But you know this can’t be love, it’s not normal.

So you slowly give up trying so hard to fix this mess

This is the death of your love, you confess.

You let them swim in their arrogance

You slowly slip into indifference

You slowly let go of their hand and their heart

Slowly, you step away, before death can do you apart.

Elastic heart

Elastic

 

Songs of love that turned to midnight wailing

the cries of my heart that is perpetually ailing.

Courtesy your poison soaked words of bitter hatred.

memories of sweet nothings, have now faded.

The fairy tale has turned to a horror story,

Love for me, has lost all its glory.

However, my heart continues to forgive,

willing this dead love story to live.

The lies, the betrayal, the inevitable end so tragic,

My heart overlooks it all for you,

What can I do, it is elastic.

It wakes up with amnesia, having forgotten your cruelty

Even the fake promises of love and your duality.

It goes back to loving you just the same,

Goes back to playing this sick little game.

©Sneha P [Rights Reserved]

A bittersweet love

Relish

Your voice honey like sweet

A melody to my ears, a lovely treat.

Now your words burn like venom

in my chest, they burn a hole.

For our love was a delicacy

that I indulged in too much,

however, the heat of our temperaments,

made it turn sour.

Now for love, I am famished,

but the bittersweet delicacy of our love

I can no longer relish.