A flooded Heart

Born Sinner, I remember the times I used to think of you for dinner.

Now what’s left are dirty plates and cups, chores of a sinking heart bewildered by memories.

The heart drenched in pain, I pleaded to the heavens to open the flood gates, to conceal the tears.

Tentative of the first rain drops, I reminisce of the gentleness and soft lushes of a lusty honeymoon phase.

The calming fresh smell of mud hits the air and her face graces the mind once more, it’s going to be another long night.

The raging torrents hit the roof hard, I coil and brace for the loud bangs, the shattering noise breaks the walls, as her words did mine.

Finally, the eyes drowsy of a long trip down memory lane, I give in to the blissful sound of the rain hitting the sheets.

The early morning is flooded, the gods made it rain heavy, a wreckage, I have to collect the broken pieces.

Wasted waters and tears, we didn’t make our love grow, and the irony of it all is how we will shrug through when we think of each other sometime.

Like the water, I was seeking a resting place, the peace I thought only she could give.

Her body had drawn me inward; the light of her love snatched me up, and in her arms, I had yearned to rest forever, but it wasn’t to be.

Everything was washed away, A flooded Heart!!!