
I don’t think i ever had a heartbreak,
but
there were moments when i cried like a madwoman after finding that one line in a sad song so relatable,
there were moments where i saw my dreams moving away to a distance that i can’t even see its presence anymore, they were shadowed by disappointments and misfortunes,
there were moments when i saw the one i love the most, shatter, split and submerge in the graveyard of grief.
I don’t think I ever had a heartbreak,
but there were moments where i couldn’t write but only bleed in form of words and cover those stains with bandaids of metaphors and hyperboles,
there were moments i asked my best friend about what else i am left with, about what else i have to lose,
there were moments when i just stare at a blank space or an empty chair or an empty glass and it reminding of the endless void ached me so much, but i don’t know why
I don’t think I ever had a heartbreak,
but there were moments when i had intense conversations with the mirror asking questions that have no answers,
there were moments i saw the closest circle of mine losing its form, the circle was no more a circle,
its of no dimension, it was disintegrated into useless arcs,
there were moments when i chose to sit in the last table of my city’s old library and read books, research papers on healing and recovery
there were moments when i glare at the full moon and called her a whore for not showing me the other side of her face, for betraying my tender heart like the mortals who are scattered here like dandelions that does not spread hope, does not signify growth, but blocks the nasal cavity and takes away life,
I don’t think I ever had a heartbreak
but there were moments when i decided to grind the letters, short notes i received in food processor and make handmade papers out of it, because if love had different forms, hate has its own too
There were moments i wanted to scream and ask, “why is your vision superficial”, to people who call my smile gorgeous.
And i don’t think i ever had a heartbreak,
But i’m sure, a heart that is made up of three layers of tissues cannot be broken,
maybe try stabbing, puncturing, or tearing it?
I hope you succeed.
Thank you so much for reading!
Loved the last para Hema!❤
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Thank you, Ziii 🤍
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I think, Hemalatha, that this poem/essay is one of the best you have written. I copied some parts that speak to my heart, and I cannot thank you enough for writing it!!
Could I ask you to read my tomorrow’s post (24 December), as it is about the extraordinary Indian man
whose life was made into a film? A comment would be appreciated as it is an utmost uplifting story and my tribute to this man and his wonderful country, India, that I love with a passion.
Thank you!
Joanna
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Can’t be more happy. Thank you, ma’am.
Heading to your blog 😍
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Heartfelt…. ❤..
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Thank you 🤍
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Very evocative poem Hemalatha
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Thank you, ma’am!
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You’re welcome
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So beautiful – could feel it all. 😢
“there were moments i saw the closest circle of mine losing its form, the circle was no more a circle” 💔
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I know how it feels 🤍
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Beautiful, touching write. Filled with emotions, amazingly crafted.
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Thank you so much 🤍
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My pleasure 🙂 💖
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A beautiful heartfelt poem dear. ❣️❣️ I could feel the depth of each line which is gorgeously penned. 😍😍😍
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Thank you so much, Sissy! ❤️
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SMiLes Dear Hemalatha
Love iS A Whole Ocean
We aRe Fish What
Happens When
Fish Are Separated
Now From An Ocean
They Surely Don’t
Drown They Slowly Suffocate
What Makes Love An Ocean Now
What Makes Fish Able to Breathe
This Water And Never Suffocate
They Swim They Swim They
Never Stop Swimming
The Water Deep
And Blue
Or Shallow
And Clear They Swim
They Swim They Never
Stop Swimming Until they
No Longer Breathe Water Free
So Why Are So Many Humans Falling
Away From the Water of Love the Whole
Ocean And Suffocating Slowly Now This Way
Yet Why Does the Hawk Rarely Fall From the Sky
They Fly They Fly They Just Keep Flying And Sure
Why Does the Monkey Rarely Fall From the Tree
He Climbs He Climbs He or She Climbs And
Just Never Stops Climbing Indeed
Dear FRiEnD BeLieVE
As i’m Spreading
This Good News Today
Originates From BeLeaf
Originally to Mean BeLove
The Fish is Water There is No
Separation the Water Swims the Fish
The Hawk Is Air and Wind There is No
Separation the Air and Wind Flies The Hawk
The Monkey Is the Climb The Tree Inspires
There is No Real Separation the Monkey is the
Tree And So Are We This Leaf of BeLeaf
Yes BeLieve Yes BeLove As Long
As We aRe Trees Of Love
Holding Hands
With All our
Leaves Forest Whole
Naked Enough Complete
Being Love Yes Being Leaf
Tree Forest Whole BeLove
For It’s True As Long As We Do
Who We Truly Are This Ocean of Love
We Swim We Fly We Climb Even Deeper
And Higher as Love Gains Fins, Wings, Yes
And Hands That Just Never Stop Swimming,
Flying, Climbing Love Now So Yes Be Leaf,
Be Tree, Be Forest Whole Love BeLieve BeLove
Yet Most Importantly Swim, Fly, Climb Love And Never Give Up
Be Love
Do Love
mY FRiEnD With Love..:)
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“Be love, do love”, how deep this is? I cherish your views 🤍
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Thanks Dear Hemalatha
Your Poetry is Uniquely
Inspiring With SMiles🙌😊
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empty
no know
to be
one of apparent
defeat
nor victory
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True!
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Whoaa! That deeply touched my heart!!! ❤ What an amazing piece! So relatable!
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Thank you so much! ❤️
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absolutely brilliant Hema… you got me again… with your incredible reach…. although I am getting lazy now too… your words and the work you must put in to find them from or those places and you also put them in an order so others can read and feel them too is, I find, quite staggering….digging out one’s own bullets is hard enough doing it for others too is a spectacular achievement…. I am indebted with gratitude and the deepest respect Hema, thank you
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I’m filled with gratitude too. Thank you so much, Sir! 🥺
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Oh so so beautiful, Hemalatha! Loved this! 💛
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Thank you! It means a lot ❤️
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So touching!❤
Could feel my heart squeeze
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Aaahhh thank you dear ❤️
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Beautifully painful, Hema. This here is stunning, “ but only bleed in form of words and cover those stains with bandaids of metaphors and hyperboles,” Amazing write. 💛
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Thank you so much, Sir!
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Thank you so much for reading, Ashi
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All I can say is wow, this was very thought-out and beautiful
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