Theory Of A Broken Heart... Poem by Tapashya Das Sinha

Where are the promises?
He made…
Where are the promising words?
He said…
How could he so bitter?
Indeed, he proved himself a cheater…
Why has he stolen me from her part?
Since his intention was to stay apart…
Where is the faith?
I desire,
Why the Compass met?
I in her solitude,
The only bearer of soundless pain of cry,
I the single evidence of the pang she gain,
With sword of affection
He chopped her vein…
The rhythms in me cry in freeze,
When his thoughts scratch her feelings,
Her breaths of lungs are remote in breeze…
Today,
Her stupendous speeches are speechless,
I her closest compassionate turned so hopeless…

Since forever,
She the symbol of molded coy,
And I in her a molded toy,
With it,
The hands of flattery and fake play and destroy…
In the glen of romance,
We the hearts of two shells,
Beholding one for the other
Alike mellows of cloud beholds wings of dove,
Recalling the days, my rhythm breaks,
Nevertheless was just the touch of material love…
Grief, a rewarded name of love,
Drinks of tears, a rewarded treat,
I drowned in her sorrow such,
Retarded my circulation,
I forgot how to beat…
I used to,
Smile in her joy,
Shy in her coy,
Today,
I lie in her joy,
Frail my conscience,
I pause in her coy…


I the only purest Part of shell,
Where he made me feel,
I the worst Part made in hell…
Broken I am to love him high,
However, my words of affections have never spoken a lie…
Forever since and yet,
Me in she, loved he,
To every moment fleet,
To my every beat,
I am impatiently awaited
For the same warmth of my soul mate’s hug of greet…