Sayantani’s poignant verse on love’s lingering loss graces DifferentTruths.com—where hearts exhale sorrow, unlearning anguish in silent time.
The heart remembers what the mind tells it not to
Pulse to pulse –
Even sorrow exhales – unarmed and solo
And kept the keys of the locked bosom somewhere forlornly
Time learned this time to sit silently – no questions asked
I left the door ardently unguarded this time
To wait for the echo of loneliness
The locked room no longer called me by its anguish
Inner woe unlearned my name
My kindred spirit left through the open door – smiling.
Just the breath chose to stay with me.
Picture design by Anumita Roy
Sayantani Mukhopadhyay is a writer with a bold passion for journalism and empowerment. She holds a background in English Literature, Human Resource Management, and Mass Communication and Journalism. Her work blends critical inquiry with people-focused insights, centring on sustainability, social issues, and conscious living. Through authentic and research-driven storytelling, she strives to amplify voices, challenge norms, and inspire collective awareness and action.
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