TODAY -
Fractured Forever
Dipak Kurmi *
We began as a whisper in the crowded room,
Just two names, learning how to be friends.
Slowly, we built a fortress out of shared secrets,
Never knowing where 'you' began and 'I' would end.
Eight years.
Eight summers of laughter, eight winters of cold,
Every milestone, every broken dream, every hand to hold.
We walked through the fires of growing up,
And somewhere between the steps, friendship wasn’t enough.
Like a slow-burning star, we turned into love.
Not the fleeting kind, but the heavy, anchor-deep grace,
Where my future was mapped in the lines of your face.
You were my gravity. I was your sky.
We never learned how to say goodbye.
And then, the sudden fracture.
No warnings. No rehearsals for the grief.
Just a quiet tearing of a lifelong leaf.
In a single day, eight years became a ghost,
And the one who knew my soul became a stranger, almost.
How do you un-love the one who held your youth?
How do you walk a path we paved for two?
The world keeps moving, indifferent and fast,
While I am buried under the weight of our past.
We are two parallel lines now, drifting apart,
With eight years of forever locked in a broken heart.
* Poem written by Dipak Kurmi for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on 06 June 2026 .
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