Poetry

Vicarious
by Dhaval Kulkarni

Poetry awakes, when the existence of ecstasy lies shattered,
Conked out into a thousand fragments.
Like a glass house,
Devastated by a well-aimed stone.
Time has passed by,
Like the smooth sands that slipped through the gaps in your fingers,
The day we had a stroll down the beach.
But the wounds have not healed as yet,
Like that stubborn stain on my clothes that refuses to go away,
Getting you off my mind is not going to be easy.
It is useless trying to knock dumbfounded,
On shut doors.