Inky starry night


Inky starry night, in arms of torment

I stay awake

Biting back drops of insolent tears

I search for you a million times

In my memory

Hoping to find the answers

Hoping to find your promise of return

But, you had made none!


On evenings cold, I walk alone

On the same paths

Retracing our steps

Where you had kissed me deep

Hoping to see you at the next turn


By the river, I sit and wait

Watching the ferry go

I remember your last words

‘Sorry babe, but Dad said No’


As I stare at our only photo

I realise

You were never there

It was only me

The love, the yearning, the agony.


With one final wipe of tear

I rise

I know with time this numbness will wane

But, for now, let me mourn.


Please Note: This poem was written ages ago, sometime back in 2006. Found it tucked into the pages of one of my old diaries, gave it minor edits before posting. 

This is dedicated to my first crush from school who turned into love in my twenties and then an ex-love. (It’s a story in itself, will write it someday for sure, for now let it be only this poem). 


3 comments on “Inky starry night

  1. Such a heart touching poetry , beautiful composition!

  2. Ah the ache! The days are gone, the memory lingers
    everything to remember and no regrets

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