Boulevard of Broken Hearts | Poem by Neha's Notebook

 

A teardrop trickles down my eyelash

And adds a trail of glisten on my cheek

As I remember the way we used to be

Enchanting paradise, unlike this moment bleak

Never did I think

That one day we would be apart

That one day, we will spend our days

Living in the boulevard of broken hearts

 

I have loved the season of rain all my life

But never did I think, one day it’d be the rain of tears

My body grew into an adult, and I changed

But I never knew the change could mean burying our love under medleys of shames and fears

Day after day, the heartbreak turned us into frozen mannequins

The crusty pieces of which, keep on collapsing and falling apart

Making me recall over and over

That I am living in the boulevard of broken hearts

 

All that remains of a primal fantasy

Is a droplet of cold, empty darkness

I cannot even comprehend where did the gravity vanish

And how we ended up in such a mess

How we vanquished our own flames

And landed in buggies loaded with dustcarts

Why did we never question

That why are we living in the boulevard of broken hearts

 

Often times as I shuffle through

My old boxes of pintucks, crayons, and paper clips

A fond memory emerges from the velvet casket

A crumpled paper scrap reminds me how you used to scribble funny poems about my rosebud lips

How you recited the poetry of Tagore and Rumi

into my sweet slumberous sleep

And how Amazon’s CEO

gifted us dozens of jewelry boxes after we saved his rainforest jeep

But soon after the twilight, a wizard stole our light

And we became living lifeless pieces of plastic art

Our wells of ebullience and passion leeched barren

And our land discolored into the ashy boulevard of broken hearts

 

Tethered like strangled beasts

We waddle and trod angrily inside buckets of human skin

There seems no ray of light in the dark

Unless we find a way, or a djinn

Gone are the days of laughing under starry nights

Now, we are just piecharts of heartbreak from finish to start

Lest we find each other once again

Which seems impossible in the boulevard of broken hearts

 

Maybe that’s the way life is supposed to be sweetheart

 

Maybe we are all supposed to spend our lives

Living in separation inside this boulevard of broken hearts

Or maybe there is a way, no one knows

Of becoming alive and healing the boulevard of broken hearts

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