Sunday, 29 March 2015


I took all the love-words, written, spoken,
those I traced on paper, and on your skin
and made a heap of the promises broken
like snapped chair legs, and I took each jasmine
kiss, fragrant petals unfurled against your mouth,

kept them pressed between the heavy, gilt edges
of waiting and footfalls, the empty music
in the risers of staircases, between the pages
and fingers of the afternoons, the tricks
of hours, and still got nowhere near the truth.


  1. Hi Nila - love the door representing two sides ... and then the poem untangling or trying to the thing that is love ... sad, but true .. cheers Hilary

    1. Hi Hilary, always two sides to doors and love and truth always plays hard to get :)

  2. Hello greetings and good wishes.

    Very well written poem depicting the pain and anguish of a jilted lover or perhaps one sided love. Even being in love is a painful experience of living in uncertainity and uneasiness unless the lovers are sure of each other.

    I suppose enduring love is based on the confidence and trust between lovers.

    Fabulous poem.

    Best wishes

    1. Thank you. Love isn't possible without trust and respect.