OPEN WOUND is a poem written by Suchismita Ghoshal and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Contrition for the month of August
OPEN WOUND
It was completely a different love,
a love that burnt everything inside
and still our faces couldn’t turn into ashes,
rather tinted with golden hues of spring.
Uncomprehendingly silence sipped into us,
taking the warmth away, stirring the abyss of ravages and penetrating the cracks more in a vulnerable way.
Love faded away from one end but on the other end,
it caused a ‘tsunami’ of unrequited, unappreciated feelings!
Framing the temperaments, the mirror actually
questions my situation,
asking me what could cause all these fragile, frail scars-prominent enough to be visible through the porcelain looking skin.
Love is the synonym of rehabilitation center
as when someone leaves you dependent midway, your scornful screamings would be unheard in the place you have been restored
but how you healed would be a story of the needies not the one who made you dilapidated!
My completely different love is not a new-lover’s bucket list
but it hits many playlists on a vulnerable night of solitary,
where a wet pillow accompanied the restless soul.
I don’t give my resentful attention to the love who didn’t bring rejuvenation of spring
but indeed a bunch of chameleon’s colors.
That day, at the corner street of my house,
I saw a caricature puppet dancing,
directing trajectories of loving someone,
selling ‘rose’ in one hand, ‘open wound’ on the other hand,
smiling like petals and breaking inside with blood and fate!
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