The Sandcastle

Posted byDebanshi ChatterjeePosted inBeauty of pain, Divorce, Healing, Heartbreak, Hope, PainTags:, , , , , , ,

Our castle was sparkling, but it was only sand.
So when the waves came it could not withstand.
Hands on the steering, mind on the past;
Wondering why eternity does not last.
Thinking of the dark days with unfulfilled wishes;
Cut through them the poesy, the promises and gentle kisses.
The link wasn’t snapped for the baby’s sake,
Memories in the night keep me awake.
We lived apart with bandaged hearts,
Some stories end before they start.

Some screams stem from the depth of your being;
Some glasses smash simply from witnessing.
Some tears intoxicate stronger than wine,
All broken pieces, have their own kind of shine.
And all those scars are kind of more cruel,
Inflicted on you by your precious jewels.
I stabbed yet my soul bleeds,
Thinking of the days when our love was in seeds.

Ego charred the castle;
“we” smashed in the tussle.
Stuck in a world – black and white,
Do you too feel like, quitting the fight?
And all those nights I was trying,
Is it true you too were crying?
The day that pronounced us man and wife,
Will I ever see that passion again in this life?
Yet my baby has conjured this occasion,
We’re a decrepit building, closed for renovation.

(Personal note : Hey people! I hope you are doing good šŸ’«šŸ§” I know I’m posting after a really long time… had my exams. But we’re back! This piece is the first one that I wrote about a song. This is the story that plays in my head whenever I listen to that song.

It’s a BeyoncĆ© song. Can you guess what it is? Comment if you know!)

(hint it is from the album Lemonade)

Published by Debanshi Chatterjee

It's just a young girl sharing some stories. šŸ’«Each feeling is special. Be it sweet or sad. They make you feel a certain way that is beautiful in its own merit. Poetry is my way of recording my feelings. Check out my blog! And click on the '' hey there'' button on the top right to know morešŸ’œ

23 thoughts on “The Sandcastle”

  1. Ohh God how beautifully you wrote it down. the beginning is so smooth and this stanza

    ” Some tears intoxicate stronger than wine,
    All broken pieces, have their own kind of shine.
    And all those scars are kind of more cruel,
    Inflicted on you by your precious jewels.
    I stabbed yet my soul bleeds,
    Thinking of the days when our love was in seeds.”
    Hit me hard

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  10. ā€œAll broken pieces have their own kind of shineā€ wow! Beautiful depths of reality. Well done

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