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#Poetry. Harmony, or a marriage gone stale? What do you make of this kind of humdrum existence that the poet describes succinctly, in such few words?
I watch him getting ready
Calm and collected
Choosing non-confrontational white
Memories singe
Words vanish
I choose non-confrontational breakfast routine
We bury our heads in respective news rags
Butter the burnt toast
Check the pings
The coffee scalds
Cutlery converse
Flavors left unsavored
He makes the first move
A dry peck on the forehead
A desultory ‘see you soon’
I exhale a relief
Mull my escape options
Settle for the habitual domestic drone
But shed a sorry tear
At the terrible descent
From a soulmate to a teammate
A dead romance
A heart gone astray
A marriage of convenience
These sounds of silence
Overpowering and shrill
Being brave is brutal
Waking up to walk tall
Or to even walk away
Just an abandoned dream!
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Anupama Jain is the author of * ‘When Padma Bani Paula', listed as 'One of the 5 best books of 2018 - Fiction', by readwriteinspire.com. It is a breezy novel about second chances of life and read more...
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