After an argument

Sometimes we chew each other to pieces
And go home with the scraps.
I got my share of scraps, when
I argued with you, my best friend.
The words that come to us are not chosen.
It all started on a trifle which grew,
as big as a heap of garbage,
as we threw each other rubbish.
The heat of our argument, I think,
could melt all snow in Siberia.
Back home, I stared at the carpet,
as though some loved one
is buried beneath the floorboards.
It was silent, except for the sounds-
of guilt that echoed in my heart.
I saw your red face instead of my pale one,
when I looked at the bedroom mirror.
Words are sharper than a two edged sword.
When I meet you the next time, I’ll say-
“Sorry, my dear friend…..”

28 thoughts on “After an argument

  1. വല്ലാത്ത ഒരു ഗൃഹാതുരത്വം നല്‍കുന്ന വരികള്‍.നമുക്കൊക്കെ ഉണ്ടാകുന്ന അനുഭവങ്ങളെ വളരെ മനോഹരമായി പകര്‍ത്തിയിരിക്കുന്നു.

  2. @ Mufad,I'm happy if I cold bring such feelings into my poem..We all enter into arguments, and later apologize for it..But words once said cannot be erased..That was my point..Thanks for the comment.

  3. @ Fareed,Thanks for the comment..I have tried on to stick to simple ideas as far as possible..I didn't intend to mean anything more complicated than the literal meaning..I'm lucky to have arrived at your blog too…Keep blogging..

  4. Feelings from the heart !!!Loved the line- “It was silent, except for the sounds-of guilt that echoed in my heart.”Wonderful pick of our inner feelings.

  5. Ya, we do have this gulit for ppp who we love th most and hurting them unwantedly. It's difficult to gwet it off ur chest, per my experine. Kp writitng.

  6. Somehow I missed this poem while going though your blog before. Nice job. I could feel the lines and identify with the situation; something that I don't tend to do usually with poetry.

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