Ah, it's sad to know and acknowledge that one will not really move on. The idea of ventriloquism to "break the ice" and rekindle what was there is well done. :) -HA
"You are a part of my fabric / tapestry and imagination." I love this image. It's so true how those we love become something of what we are made of. How we then present to the world and how we imagine the world to be.
Love is always about sharing the life of another.... may it be vodka or music.
ReplyDeleteAnd the pain is intertwined with the pleasure.
DeleteAh, it's sad to know and acknowledge that one will not really move on. The idea of ventriloquism to "break the ice" and rekindle what was there is well done. :)
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Sad and true. A ripped out heart often will not move on.
ReplyDeleteSo sad. A ventriloquist to speak for one is a clever idea. I felt the pain in this poem. Lovely to read you, Samyuktha.
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love "you are a part of my fabric" and the lines that follow...it is hard to move on when a heart has been broken indeed!!
ReplyDelete"You are a part of my fabric / tapestry and imagination." I love this image. It's so true how those we love become something of what we are made of. How we then present to the world and how we imagine the world to be.
ReplyDeleteThis is sad but really your life belongs to you and nobody is going to stop you fulfilling your dreams but you.
ReplyDeleteWell described ... albeit sad. May the writing bring its own solace!
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