Heartbreaks have names
There she is, waiting with her eyes down
to the cooling cup of coffee in front.
The covert sun is weak with old age
and falling feebly upon the square.
Waiting she is, for her next heartbreak.
Like those autumn leaves falling with whispers,
you can give name to each of them;
every heartbreak has its own name.
She pictures a traffic guard directing
the flow of time with his two hands
on the dial of her watch. Cheap watch
she had bought last year to go with her dress.
He is still absent from this scene.
Is it determining the moment of curtain?
Radio is emitting a symphony of void.
A tiny bird is picking her crumbs.
She nods.
What is in a life without the importance
to break someone’s heart and what is in a heart
that doesn’t break at first chance?
© 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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Have a Great & powerful day W/J!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Blessings and best wishes - S.
very emotional
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Your lines: "Waiting she is, for her next heartbreak. / Like those autumn leaves falling with whispers, / you can give name to each of them;"
Ah! The "with whispers" was a perfect image. The silent voices speak, and remind her of the "falling."
Poddar, I really loved this poem.
Blessings,
Wilka
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !
love your writing- far behind in my Gathering but wanted to check out all my fav authors, poets and posters