Say something clichéd

Say something clichéd like

those three overused words,

the crux of RomComs and

evocative drama movies,

detailing how Jack endured

it all — the fire and the crimson

droplets to find Jane, trudging

through snow and madness.

No one has ever said them to me

without a hint of hypocrisy:

an askew semblance of jade,

a bland simulacrum of the stuff

of poems and tears.

So, as I trace the contours of

your face, breathing in Autumn

with its orange sobriety and august

rush, the dance of nymphs and

rich woodlands, whisper those

words without a lopsided grin

or an inflection in your voice

suggesting something bitter

and malevolent. Hold me like

you’ve never held me before

and make me believe that I

knew you in a hundred incarnations

and will know you in a thousand more;

say what you need to say and mean it

and let this old heart fall in love

with you at that moment,

which stretches

to eternity, touching spheres outside

time, but held by it so fiercely

to realise that a second’s dash

taken in sincerity counts more

than all the quotidian chaos

of repeated phrases and kisses

given out of a sense of duty

to find a love that’s long lost.

9 responses to “Say something clichéd”

  1. Stunning 👏👏👏

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    1. Thank you so much 😊

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  2. A beautiful write, Nitin.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you so much Punam 😊

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    1. Thank you Chelsea 😊

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