Musings
An engaging book
A stray strand of my hair
Your wedding ring by the bathtub
Leftovers of yesterday’s pizza
The dried leaves in the driveway
The spilled coffee on the table
The water stains on the glass window
The tear stains on my pillow
or was it yours, who knows
Your bleeding heart
My shattered trust
Our lives in chaos
scattered
over
the
years
into
pools
of
nothingness
Your insecurity, my paranoia
ever-growing like a cancer
infecting our insides
rotting our lives
My ripped shirt
Our half-eaten breakfast
The door left unlocked and
The window half-open
The car engine left running
The lipstick stain on your shirt
My lingerie in the backseat of
HIS
car
and
your
eyes
when
you knew I knew
of the skeletons in our closet
Yes ours. Together
whispering and spilling their secrets to each other
While we spent an eternity in pretence
Breathing in our relationship
like stale air
the motes clogging our insides
and us crawling away from each other
one lie at a time.
Running constantly and as fast as we can
as far as we can from ideals
Dodging the only question that binds
a
marriage
best
when
left
Unanswered.
ARE WE BEING HONEST WITH EACH OTHER?
Anahita is a 23 year old Indian born and brought up in Mumbai. She takes a profound liking to literature, poetry and all things books have to offer, owing to parents who pushed her towards the power of words since a tender age. She is currently working as a Python Developer. She blogs her pain, heart, rants, and sometimes everything together; out on a small outlet named bluebattlescars.wordpress.com. Apart from being seen with her nose stuck in the pages of a book, she is also a self-certified foodie. She is a born misfit, and as it always is, words are her salvation.