The Texture of Remorse- Published in Indian Periodical

Originally published in Indian Periodical

The Texture of Remorse by Shreya Sharma

The texture of remorse isn’t a broken rock
or a wrathful cloudburst.

It resembles chapped cherry lips,
which reflect a series of blatant kisses
from an abandoned lover.
And the guilt of sin,
that still hangs on your cherished silky skin,
morning and night.

The texture of remorse
is the unwanted longingness of someone,
who walks around the walls of your heart.
A heart which refuses to welcome
their vulnerability and disrespect.

The texture of remorse
is the conversation which never happened,
with a friend who is no more in the world.
A repetitive exchange of talk which you perform in your head every night.
It is that absolute unsaid apology you owe.

The texture of remorse
is the slum you cross by on the way.
The guilt creeps up within your soul
and you turn around to see,
deficient humans with sinless smile,
yet you proceed the way.


By Shreya Sharma

I read poems. Sometimes I write poems. And when I am doing nothing, I am sipping coffee.


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