By Dhanuka Dickwella . ( Photo by Shawn Dearn on Unsplash )
Monday – the day of the moon
You were warm and loving
Kissed me and embraced me with your warmth
The warmth I crave for – The warmth I love the most
Tuesday – the day of wars
You covered your self
With a white blanket
Not showing your face
The one that I love to see
No smile nor tears – Yet I felt fear
Wednesday – the day of eloquence
You cried so much
The whole day from dawn to dusk
Did I hurt you my love ?
I asked you a million times.
Not knowing why you cried – You never replied
Thursday the day of Thunder
You smiled like a full bloomed lily
Yet you denied me of a single word of love or care
Not a mere word
Why so cold my love – I asked you a zillion times
You had no answer
Friday – the day of love
I was losing my mind
Fears of not knowing – Knowing whether you loved me
Or someone else
I asked you at the dawn
My love, have you given your heart
The precious symbol of our love – To another ?
Why treat me in ways worlds apart for I am hurt
This is who I am you said
The warm,the cold, the moody, the weeping, the giggling
Yet I am here for you my love faithfully as I can.
Ask yourself, you said
Possible to love me for me – or crush my heart for another ?
An answer I am yet to find
Categories: #poetry
The Asian Review 
This poem beautifully captures the emotional journey of a relationship throughout the week, using the days as metaphors. At first, I thought it was describing the Montreal daily weather, but as I delved deeper, I realized it cleverly symbolizes the ups and downs of love. The vivid imagery and emotional depth make it relatable, and the ending leaves room for introspection and self-discovery. Overall, it’s a thought-provoking piece that resonates with the complexities of human emotions and relationships. Aren’t we all a part of nature?; so we tend to behave as weather. Keep it up Dhanuka.
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