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The Cry Of A Broken Heart  ~Srimoyee Dutta I can no longer talk to you No more texts, phone calls or emails, I can no longer hug you or kiss you. All I can do is talk about you, Reminisce about the good times, Obsess over the bad. Replaying the last conversation over and over again,  Watching it all fall apart, Like a horror movie on repeat. And now I pay someone to listen, An hour a week to get out the pain. To talk about you with love, anger and pain. She calms me through the same conversations, Fears and thoughts I have to voice again and again, Will I be happy again? I don't understand what went wrong, I don't get how you could end things so suddenly! Feels like just yesterday that you were calling me "baby", And telling me you loved me ! I guess we were never meant to be, And I gave myself to you for nothing. Because now we are no longer "we", This isn't you, I can't let you go, We were different, Maybe you will change your mind. She reassures m

  Reality Check ~Srimoyee Dutta I knew it was imminent, but that doesn't make it hurt any less For a long time we were going down different paths, But still I held on to the chance that we might go back to where we used to be I could ask you to stay, But there's really nothing left to say. I think it is going to be emotional and long But I know I am strong I guess we just grew apart But it still hurts in my heart. We went days without speaking or a single text, And all I could do was wonder what was next. Even when things were bad, I never thought this relationship would end, Broken hearts I thought we could mend As I write this, memories flood me, They remind me of all we used to be I've got no energy to cry How did we get this far, and why did something so special have to die? I knew it was over when we started doing things on our own You got so distant and I was alone There are many nights when you're all that's on my mind And days when I can't get out of my

  The Staircase to Heaven ~Srimoyee Dutta        On a bright, summer day, the residents of Oklahoma were all busy with their house chores as the weekend rolled on. Kids were playing in the park, and almost everyone else was inside their house, enjoying the summer with a bowl of ice-cream and their cool parlor from the air-conditioning. Our story takes place in one such house, where Noah Stark and his wife, Ella Stark were enjoying an early Sunday brunch. The loving couple had recently shifted to the neighborhood, after their marriage five months ago. It was a quiet place, and almost all residents knew each other. The neighborhood felt like an extended family.  On this particular day, it happened to be Ella's birthday, her first birthday since she married Noah. She had expected it to be very special, and so it had been. She had woken up to sweet good morning kisses, and had a perfect hot bath. She was treated to the most amazing Sunday brunch she could have imagined. With her heart

  The Triangle Of Love    ~Srimoyee Dutta       I fell in love with the way you look at her, And everything else is a blur. I fell in love with the way you talk about her, And how you could go on and on forever! I fell in love with the way you care for her. I wish someone would hold me, The way you wrap your hands around her. I wish someone would yearn for me,  The same way you yearn to get a glimpse of her! Sometimes I wish someone would worry for me, Just like you worry about her. And sometimes it makes me feel jealous of her, Because I know no one would ever love me, In the way that you love her!