Beloved- a poem
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Beloved- a poem

But how could we be blamed, for there’s never a perfect end to love

Beloved- a poem

I look
at you from afar
and yet,
you seem so close.
As if my lips
are resting on yours.
No words being exchanged,
for we’ve learned to
speak in a different language.
And in our separate worlds,
we are consumed
by the veil
of our longings.
Though I now know
that missing you is not
loving you,
for it was only yesterday,
when these verses were being written
for someone else.

I look
at you from a stone’s throw
and yet,
you seem so distant.
As if your eyes are
tired of the reality.
As if all that poetry
has been drained out
of your blood.
And so we sit,
distantly close
with our hearts, not yet
capable of
seeing our duality as
But how could we be blamed,
for there’s never
a perfect end to love;
just as there’s never a sure end on the
timeline of grief.

And so,
in this letting go,
if we somehow learned to
tenderly caress
that ripple of ourselves
in the midst of
the ocean of our sufferings,
then isn’t our
unfulfilled love a triumph,

About the poet- Sarthak defines himself as a A hobby collector trying to outgun work monotony via football, books & poetry

Writer's Highway- As children, we grew up on stories. We heard them, played them in our heads and sometimes added our own words to them and made them our own. But with time we lost this ability to hear or tell stories.  The world of stories, although fictitious, often whispers life's deepest and hidden truths to us. Now CitySpidey offers you a platform to rekindle the spirit of the imaginative writer in you. We invite all writers to pick up their pens and travel free through the highway of thought. We welcome original stories and poems that would be featured on our website. Please send them to Kindly keep 'Submission for Writer's Highway' as the subject of your email.

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