Dwelled, Drenched, Drowned (Poems)

DROWNING IN : HIM

Time is healer...!

She desperately wished
For her heart to burn
In ashes,

For her heart to churn
Into paper-balls,

For her heart to turn
Into stone,

As she couldn't decipher what was this feeling and
With what she was dealing.

Why is she crying seeing them together?
And why not sleeping at this hour rather?
Why....

Why her head is filled with rage?
Why it feels like her heart is trapped within a cage?

What is it?

An infatuation so enormous,
Or attraction so venomous?

An obsession very slight?
Or a crush which just got ignite?

Affection crossed her mind,
Even thought of hormones made her blind,
Or teenage phase is the button of rewind?

Suddenly she stumbled upon love,
As she couldn't search a word more above.

As love was word so big,
Then in others she began to dig.

But, each time,
She would turn towards the latter
And the thought-
itself made her flatter.

But again the flatterness flickered-
For she thought;
Maybe she was in love
But with the feeling
In which deep she was dwelling.

In love people get butterflies...
She thought,
But did she got?

Got-
But only in her dreams,
And unaware of what it means.

Every word crept her eerily,
Of which she shouldn't have gave up-
And should have thought warily.

They say "time is healer",
But not when she is the dealer.

As she do not only have stinging wounds or injury,

But also, a soul in him paralyzed,
And a body in him to bury.

What do you think 'she' has for 'him'?

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