Poem: Abandoned

As he clears her shelf,
book by book. Dust flies.
Inside his nose. Tickling.
He sneezes loud and sad.

In his hand, her notebooks.
An unfinished novel.
A winter’s attempt,
to chronicle their recipes.
Doodles. Drawings. Threats.

In his sneeze, one falls
and opens to the last page.
Smileys. Phone numbers.
Random mnemonics.

And then he sees it.
An abandoned poem.
Like him.
The last line dangles.
Unfinished and forever
half.

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8 Responses to Poem: Abandoned

  1. Soorya says:

    Chanced upon this page when my reader showed it as top recommendations. And it wasn’t wrong either! Loved the poem! Short, yet truly moving. Shall keep coming here!! Don’t disappoint me please:)

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  2. Aparna says:

    :(…something about this makes me terribly sad.

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  3. Himanshu says:

    Nice:)

    Story of every other person !!

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  4. pyaar mein kabhi kabhi…

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  5. Gauri says:

    My thoughts echo Aparna’s😦 dont know if its the post or me in general😉

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  6. rk says:

    Nice Poem!

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  7. Chitralekha says:

    sigh. yes. true for most of us this.

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  8. Vijesh says:

    Nice poem. I love it.:)

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