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Dismantling Dysphoria -New blood synthesis


All colours evaporated, vitality ceased
Deep agony! Topsy-turvy my life turned 
An inferno of grief engulfed my heart
Surged to the top, pain of bereavement
No panacea, no potions to douse...
Alone she left me n' set sail to heavenly abode.
My life, my wife, my love, my beloved!

In peace, closed her eyes, myriad stories untold
Last embrace, promise from me she took in deathbed,
No sob, no dull face while I die, she said ......I agreed
just to please her soul that moment!  For, unbridled
tears trickled down wetting the whole ground...
What a phenomenal lady she was! A brave-heart!
An ideal wife of my dreams, companion so great!
More of a friend, cared like mother, so guileless...
Ebbs or tides, held that lasting smile she dauntless..
An angel of seamless affection and kindness!

With her loss, our castle of love lay shattered! Left me......
dejected, dysphoric, aimless! Her death, as I contemplate...
I blame her malignant ailment that befriended 
the nefarious death to hatch a plot so wicked
to snatch my spouse away from me....
I curse their victory of Shadenfreude!

At home, those memories of togetherness prick
Making me feel her loss even more...In every brick,
the curtains, the bed, the coffee mug, I see
Her charming face come n' fade.....vacant air I feel
sans her aroma,the jingle of her bangles, anklets, her mellifluous voice,
Sinks the feel of gentle sweep of her netted blue saree on my face...
I miss those fabulous nights, those pillow talks, those gestures,
Her warmth, her hugs, her kisses,her whispers, her wet hair...
Lost is that taste due to her magic in every dish she cooked!

Six years have elapsed, shock of her loss has slowly subsided
Life went too tough but the tough didn't keep going ,for came guiding,
an ethereal  light that showed me a way n' I decided
Our home now, an asylum to those who suffer my wife's ailment!!
Hints of fresh euphoria heralded, waving goodbye to lament
I had found a purpose n' up above, I feel her smiling at me contented! 



For contest: "NEW BLOOD" New poets only
Sponsored by- Bev Smith

Date of writing:11th August 2015
Date of judging:15th August 2015


Reposted for contest :Second Place Only Contest III
Sponsored by- Laura Loo
Date:24th October 2016

glossary:
Saree- an Indian garment draped around a woman stretching few yards.
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