When I lost my love

I drowned myself in large beer cans of alcohol,
lay the whole night on desolate sands of the beach,
traversed bare feet through scorching territories of
stone ground,
sang nostalgic rhymes while kissing the winter breeze,
grew strands of unruly beard on the immaculate skin of
my face,
stared unrelentingly all night at the cameo of
twinkling stars,
consumed food abstemiously with occasional sips of
soiled water,
erupted with volatile outbursts of anger at the
slightest of provocation,
walked at languid pace with the acerbic sun filtering
through my eyes,
wore pure suits of torn jute blended with cheap pieces
of leather,
lambasted myself with incessant strokes of the
whiplash at dawn,
distributed all my affluence to the needy and
impoverished,
disposed my smoke grey sedan in fathomless waters of
the ocean,
burnt all novels which contained even minuscule traces
of romance,
refrained to cast frivolous glances the charismatic
passing by,
sequestered myself from pragmatic realities of life,
spending life like a relic in a dilapidated barn,
ploughing the earth with my pickaxe shovel; the only
means of survival,
i had obscure memories of my last laughter,
the last time i had bounced radiantly; blooming with
life,
at the present moment though i sobbed all day and
sinister night,
i no longer possessed the power to win back my love,
to shrug of the obliterations and make her forever
mine.

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