Here’s a new poem:


Dwindling Conversations

Fortuitously we crossed paths

Something between us began budding

Lost it all in a game of brimming egos and spilling wraths,

Emotions started muddling.

Those ephemeral days of joy,

sometimes I sit reminiscing.



How funny are they?

The heartfelt yarn that knit a fragile bond

Now broken, loosened, drifted afar


The spilled ink marks no words,

only fades away,

leaving behind,

a scar

– Sam

Link to my previous post- Stages of a heartbreak click here.