the price one pays
for heart break
i discovered today
i neither heard
bird song at dawn
nor the gentle drizzle
of late afternoon
the madhumalti was
a pearly pink
but in my eyes
it did not exist
the portulaca bloomed
in a myriad colours
but i turned my back
to its radiant fervour
my mind was blind to
all the joys wrought for me
pill upon pill i swallowed recklessly
till the day passed in a dreamless
sleep and I never got to hear
my heart weep
(priya)
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