Unblighted

What about our melody?
Do you remember,
How it goes?
Do you know your way
Back to it?
Back to where we got stuck,
Back to me.

Will you be back for beginnings?

I’ve asked time to wait.
Hearts to be patient.
Pain to evanesce.

For you.
For the smile,
You wear in eyes.
For a love,
You weave in silence.
In innocence.

Remember us.

Remember.
We had serenaded.
In each other’s shade.

Subham
Nov25
2017

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Stranded

I could tell you stories
About how a world gets buried.
How millions of them get perished
And converted. To one of rubble.

I could tell you stories
Of tears. Losing their worth.
Never given a chance to discover any.
Buried in eyes that aches of loss.

I could tell you stories
About toys. About the smell of childhood
That they carry. That are bargained
To sustain households daily turning more humble.

I could tell you about names.
About a few million tales
Set aside for them, names labelling each,
And each ending midway, each casually slain.

I could tell you about homes,
About the ghosts that haunt them,
About the darkness, despair, and delusions
They go through, inquisitional, as you abandon them.

I could tell you about
That famous winter fair
Of a village that lost all its kids.
I could tell you about
A last leaf, hating its green,
Stretching itself to the wind,
Craving for a cradle, awaiting death’s kiss.

Or

I could tell you about forced endings.
About how certain things simply end.
Without notice.
And ones that don’t, feel stranded.
Without practice.

___________________

Subham Basak
(December 16, 2016)

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