Home That Was…..
Their love
transitioned
From fire to
cold
Blissful days of
old
Unbridled
laughter, coy glances
Stolen moments
of bliss
Those burning
kisses
Till lips turned
incandescent
Turned now into
Memories of past decadent
The stars in
their eyes no more twinkle
Choked by the
marital girdle
The moon of
their hearts
Lies wane and
wrinkled
The weary blues
of conjugal life
The burden of
being man and wife
Emotions lay
rotting
At the altar of
daily grind
To build their
home
She left her
family and career behind
He however had
his career pre-defined
She-being the
wife had to
Have her
ambitions re-aligned
Her paints and
canvas lost sheen
In the struggle
of marital din
Be a dutiful
wife, responsible wife
The extended
family did daily remind
‘You should have
done this, you did not do that’
Home is built by
a real woman not a bohemian upstart.
Relentless were
the snide
He thought, she
should understand
After all wasn’t
she his bride ?
He worked hard
to give her
A fulfilling
life.
The light of
their romance
Furtively dimmed
Hopes fled,
gossamer dreams trimmed
Love lay hanging
chagrined.
Weighed down
with chains
Hands of hope
extended, then did rescind
Threadbare love
still clung
In the frozen
hearts
So they continued their marital tread
Holding the
rattle of their
Broken dreams
Each willing
that buried passion
Would once more
Dance in their
lives in gay abandon
Hope would burst
forth
Blessing their
hearts and hearth.
Their lost
dreams would build from the start.
© Dr Paromita Mukherjee Ojha
PAROMITA MUKHERJEE OJHA
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