the night grows on
as minutes burn to hours
I lie in my bed
curled in the sheets
that was once ours

the matted off-white blanket
the stains on the pillows
remind me just how
inconsolably incomplete
I am

like frozen ashes
your smell from the covers
slowly replaces
the air in my lungs
filling me, killing me

our poor dear love
once groped for life
its remnants 
linger now
like breaths of a pierced dove
on the verge of extinction 

out the window
the moon’s beautifully alone
shades of soft and sombre
as always

it craves for more 

draped in melancholia
just like that shiny ball
I have 
nowhere to go
but lie in my bed
and think about how

how we
became a thing of the past
and there shall we lie buried
till the end of time
till the end of us


Asha Seth

57 thoughts on “Melancholia

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  1. Shades of soft and somber which craves for more, but all the while she, the moon, remains alone with her own beauty! That’s melancholically beautiful


    1. The moon is always ever only praised for its beauty. I have wondered about it for long. It has its own shades of dark and mystery. And I’ve always wanted to bring that in my poetry.
      Thank you for scattering your thoughts. 🙂


    1. Things that have been long left behind, that keep peeking at us through the corners of time that I find interesting. I’m glad you added your thoughts here.
      Welcome to my blog, Ranjini. I hope you like it here. 🙂


    1. I have been always attracted to the shades of anguish and despair. They always find a way in my writings. Thank you, Dahlia. Happy as ever to have you over. 🙂


      1. Yeah, it has been a while. Its been a really interesting year so far! Have traveled a lot, switched jobs, and am really loving teaching now. Life is great 🙂

        How about you? How have you been?


        1. Been going on, Jo. I haven’t been too well, under the weather and things. But on a personal level, I’m much better. I’ve missed all you lovely people. It’s good to know about you. How has life treated you?

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