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Slow Death

There is a futility in loving you
I know that you grow in lonely places in me
And will eventually
Kill me.

There is a futility in loving you
Like moss that grows in my village well
Beautiful
But treacherous, you see.

There is futility in loving you
Like arsenic
Green and lifeless
Someday I shall be.

There is something about you
Around you
And in places and things and sounds and stains and smells of you,
That softly weighs on my soul.
It’s like a background score
From a movie
Time forgot.

There is futility in loving you
And as I watch myself softly sink
I remember how you smelt
Of Victoria's Secret
And other crazy things.

 First published in Indian Sahitya, Feb 2017 Issue on Contemporary Indian Poetry

Comments

  1. Often we are attracted to the people that can hurt us the most... yet we continue to follow through... I have wondered if it was all worth it myself... ;)

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  2. I can feel the loss in this, Rajesh. Maybe it is time for the speaker to pursue a more fruitful path?

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  3. futility may lie in staying with.... in clinging on. But love can never be futile. For after years u'll find it made u a better person.

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