Swallowed


Walking the road that was familiar with our steps,
you looked at the sun that was shining vibrantly.
You glanced at me, held my hand, softly, to convey
the message, to answer the question that was never asked;
Love is like the sun, sometimes it soothes you and
sometimes it burns you, leaving temporary scars on the skin,
that are permanent to the heart and in memories.”

My lips were glued, yet the words, a reciprocation of
your stated fact, choked the throat; I tried enough to
gulp them down, but the moisture in my eyes, I believed,
did speak about how your words mixed with the echoes
of the goodbye, goodbye that you thought would heal
the burns on your skin, you believed my love gave you.
Your hand on mine and the truthfulness of your words;
I never doubted them, I never unlearned them.

The silence kept walking with us until we reached the turn
of your happiness to the left, of my despair to the right.
Slowly and slowly, the voice of your footsteps reduced to nothing.
Seeing a blurry image of the sun, my pained heart questioned it,
“How come the story has ended and you are still up there?”

My footsteps didn’t stop, for I was afraid to come in to the
consciousness of knowing that the gloomy clouds have
veiled the sun that once shined, and the one that had drawn
the silhouettes of our togetherness, on canvas of the earth.
I was numb enough to listen to the sound of my footsteps
that walked towards the sea, when the sun was near the horizon.

The bruised purplish glow intermingled with the loud orange
color of the sunlight, like the scent of our skins blended once.
Taking support of my arm, I made my frangible body to relax
on the land sprinkled with the sand of hope, of memories, of grief.
The wet sand, only thing that was stick to me willingly, I dusted off
from my hand, only to realize that the imprints of yours
were still lingering and crossing the lines etched into it.

The wave at the shore broke all the time, just to meet her again,
the shore didn’t make noises, neither did the wave, but each time
the wave took something of the shore, each time the shore
welcomed something from the dark treasure of the wave , gracefully;
or the mesmerizing shore pulled the wave to herself so seductively
that the wave kissed her with all his passion every time making a soft
sound the sky heard, and every time losing himself in her, completely?
I wondered, and I wondered, what else this nature would have done to me?

The chirping birds flew back to their homes, telling me, it was time.
Watching the sky, hearing the sound of waves, I had forgotten
the road to my home, I had forgotten to realize that some people
who loved me were waiting for me, but I couldn’t have moved a bit
unless the stain of melancholy from my eyes, have been wiped out.
The strong wind blew through my already messed up hair only
to shake off the thoughts that had penetrated my mind,
and I doubt, if any space in my mind and body was left untouched
and undestroyed by the storm of yours long or never ‘see you later.

I looked at the sun, almost under the horizon, almost inside the sea.
The color of the sky changed, less light and more dark, like my own life.
Wait, wait, wait. Don’t go, please. Don’t do this, for the heaven’s sake.”
My mouth finally uttered few words, the throat still fighting for the breath.
I stood there helplessly with burning tears in my eyes of an irreplaceable loss;
I couldn’t cross the distance, I couldn’t save the sun, the sea swallowed it.

 -Kritika Vashist

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55 thoughts on “Swallowed

  1. Hi Kritika – You are certainly very good at “love lost” scenarios! This piece is interesting because you have a number of “time related” incidents which provide an interesting opportunity for you. Given that you are so adept at “love lost” writings, I must wonder how you would address a “love found” situation.
    If you could start off an a beach setting, just before dawn, and in total despair, you could basically reverse the “time related” incidents and come with an ecstatic revelation kind of ending. I am not suggesting that you do that, however, I am intrigued to know how you relate to a celebratory kind of circumstance! Kind regards. Colin.

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    • Thank you so much, Colin for such appreciative words. I kept writing whatever was coming to my mind. It did turn out to be quite a melancholic poetry.
      Also, you are always welcome to suggest me. I would appreciate that. I can always try and would like to write something that my readers want to read. 🙂
      Have a good day!

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      • It’s not so much that I would like to read “happier” themes (I find tragedy far more emotionally stimulating), but you clearly have a talent for writing and I hoping that (with some persuasion perhaps!) you will go outside your apparent poetic comfort zone and explore other emotions.

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      • Spread your wings on your timing Kritika, and I have no doubt that you will fly. On another’s timing, and you may crash. You are the only one who will know when that right time comes. 🙂

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  2. The beauty of the poem is in the emotion; bringing out that tinge of melancholy appearing on one’s face to the enumerable things which are going in one’s head, you have done that so beautifully.
    I have read many love lost poems, even written a few, but this one which you wrote is special & is right up there at the top. I shall end this by saying, “Sun shall rise again as it normally does, shining over the very waters which swallowed it up.”

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    • I did think of adding something similar after that sentence, but later to me, it felt that this is the perfect time to end it. I was writing continuously without knowing where will it end.
      A different poem can be written on moving on part, maybe?
      Thank you, sir, for the comment 🙂

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  3. The emotion this piece evoked was overwhelming to say the least. The dual nature of the Sun and love and the way it was portrayed in the beginning was so unique and creative. “goodbye that you thought would heal the burns on your skin, you believed my love gave you” – These words are probably the most poignant ones in this and it speaks so much about the sincerity of the love that was selflessly given.
    The meaningful imprint of the hand that was left, the comparisons done with the relationship of shore and waves – reading this post was such a wonderful delight, Kritika!
    Take a bow, or rather any number of bows for this great piece!

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  4. Now I know why melancholy is your preferred subject. You rock it! 😀

    So much money is being spent on virtual reality now, whereas nothing works as beautifully as words. I felt like I was there with you by the shore witnessing the scenes and going through the emotions which you have put forth so beautifully, delightfully resonating with my soul. Awesome, Kritika 🙂

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  5. This is so very beautiful…. I have read it over and over, so many wonderful lines, I especially like the “turn
    of your happiness to the left, of my despair to the right” and so many others, really lovely! Michelle

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  6. I am so far behind in my reading but had to read your poem and take in the scene you paint so well. I can tell this came straight from your heart and that is the best kind of writing because it feels so genuine. It is full of emotion and the sunset into the sea holds many meanings the reader can make his or her own to relate the poem to their own experiences. Well done.

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