A poem for the love that stayed long after it ended.

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Afterlove by Sarvajeet D Chandra

I loved you, even when my tears had dried,

When spring had gone and left a barren sky.

I sang your name when silence filled my veins,

With no soul in sight, in grey, lonesome rains.

I loved you, even when my heart was bare,

When hope had fled, and left only despair.

The years, like waves, eroded every trace of you,

No memory, no light, just a darkness to pursue.

कुछ रिश्ते वक्त के साथ मुरझाते नहीं… बस फिर से खिल उठते हैं।

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स्मृतियों की छाँव - सर्वजीत

हवा में फिर वही ख़ुशबू है,

जो बीते बरसों में खो गई थी,

रिश्तों की शाख़ फिर से

नए फूलों से भर सी गई थी।

ऐसा लगने लगा है फिर से,

तेरी यादों का मौसम आया है,

खुशनसीबी का रंग फिर से

हमारे अंजुमन में छाया है।

धूप चाहे कितनी भी तीखी हो,

दरख़्तों की छाँव बचा ही लेगी,

कोई लम्हा थक कर गिर पड़े तो,

ज़मीं शायद उसे थाम ही लेगी।

Goodbyes don’t always end with words… sometimes they wait quietly in your contacts list.

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The Number I’ll Never Dial - A Poem by Sarvajeet D Chandra

Once, when people left,

they were gone for good.

No calls, no texts, just… absence.

Memories blotting, fading

like damp ink on cheap paper.

But now the past has Wi-Fi.

It returns with profile pictures,

familiar faces, unfamiliar eyes.

So when I got your number,

the past seeped in,

water sliding under a door,

flooding the room before I could stop it.

The light in your eyes

no longer calls me.

A glass river runs between us,

its waters cold.

I see you like a traveler at a café window,

watching a stranger as she stirs her tea.

It might have been easier,

safer, cleaner

to stumble on you on social,

send a thoughtless friend request,

scroll past your photos,

linger at your collarbone for a moment too long,

drop two pity likes, a lazy comment.

Now the number waits in my phone like a dare.

I will not call, meet, or message you.

I wish you well, a final goodbye,

I leave you as silence leaves its weight in the air,

As a candle leaves its warmth in a dark room.