The Glass Bangle

Being a Woman

Memories and Madness


Was that the sound of a

heart splintering

I wonder.

It must have broken into

a million shards.

Each one a repository

of memories and madness.



Of the blanket of moonlight

he covered her with one night

Of the wetness of her tears

that fell on his eyes

Of shared cups of coffee

and cigarette smoke that caressed her cheeks

Of the soothing music of the rain

that echoed in his heartbeat

Of glances that spoke

of anguish and acceptance

Of scribbled messages in black ink

that tethered them together

Of a wet footprint on the floor

that she stood in one day

Of the outline of red lips

etched on a white shirt

Of the fragrance of jasmine

as it lay crushed beneath them

Of harsh voices and fervent whispers

that were stronger than promises


Of moments and minutes

and eons and ages

that scattered in the wind.

And all that remains is

whorls of cigarette smoke

and the scent of jasmine.






9 comments on “Memories and Madness

  1. dreamzandclouds
    December 17, 2015

    you are back with a bang! 🙂
    BTW I am still waiting for that reply :/


    • The Glass Bangle
      December 17, 2015

      Madhu !!!!!!!! Lovely to hear from you ! Reply send last week. You’ll be getting it this week for sure 🙂 🙂 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Maliny Mohan
    December 17, 2015

    The pain those memories inflict is harrowing. The lines so poignantly sketch the turmoil that arise out of the realisation that togetherness has shrunk to few bottled up scorching memories.

    Liked by 1 person

    • The Glass Bangle
      December 17, 2015

      Yes Maliny, especially a togetherness which should never have been and which was always doomed. Such relationships seem to have a manic intensity which burns up both people involved.


  3. Mal Raj
    December 17, 2015

    Beautiful -madness in moments

    Liked by 1 person

    • The Glass Bangle
      December 17, 2015

      Thanx Mal ! There seems to be a strange exotic beauty to madness in love.


  4. Maniparna Sengupta Majumder
    December 16, 2015

    “cigarette smoke that caressed her cheeks”- I simply loved this line…an outcome of deep observation of everyday mundane things… 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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