...A Heart Of Wood!!!

A picture of us so still on the wall.
Not knowing why, I had installed.

Sometimes I looked at it for a while,
Seeing me and your lovely smile,

I knew my time as 'we' was up,
For now you wished for another prop.

Your distant look seem like a warning bell,
My aged nose knew that smell.

How will we walk towards the end?
On the telephone or letters will you send?

My thoughts consumed after all,
On how exactly curtains would fall?


You came into the room very slow.
I wished like you, I too could go with the flow.

My tears came gushing down.
God was laughing and I its clown.


Looking up I hated you.
My fingers now in a shaking fist.
Forcing me to make that list.



My thoughts over to a particular noon,
our naked impatience would put shame on moon,
you'd given me a wooden heart,
And said, “ this was just the start.”

There will be a noon just as sweet,
when this heart too shall bleed.

The passion of your blood could now be felt,
this heart of wood was eager to melt.

I knew nothing in life lasted that long,
there was an end to every song.

My end too was certain, I always knew
love cracks for most except a few

your voice suddenly brought me back,
crisp white shirts and all your shoes, neatly packed.

You held me gently by the wrist.
Not knowing all that you had missed,
I smiled at you, for I now knew,

Your heart now mine to be shed
Just a piece of wood that never bled.


Divya Jha.
31.08.09