Days of paradise and days of hell
Am this and much more
And everyday in between as well
Somedays am the empty coffee cup inmidst of the torrential rain
And sometimes, the overflowing seams of yesterday’s pain
Forbidden laughter hidden, behind your day old stubble
Or a bijou hidden under layers of rubble
The forgotten kiss, of a moonlit night
And the crumpled bedsheet, of yesterday’s fight
I am this and much more and yet you ask?
Am the sagging breasts of diluted hope
The ravaged hips of days, when I couldn’t cope
Am a believer left to bleed and feed on my own faith
Sometimes a tyrant, zealous for a new born hate
Am this and much more and yet you ask?
Am a drunkard, my body craves for toxicity inane
I write verses, when the world sleeps in disdain
I seldom stop, I seldom breathe
My pillaged body wrapped in a glittering sheath
I abhor non chalance, just too damningly humane
Spare me the disquiet, I roar and silently scream in vain
My heart wails for the girl I was, before the world poured in
Bleached my shadow and goaded a juxtapose of love and blaspheme
She is buried deep down and her epitaph reads
A pair of blue eyes and an unmet dream
-Rianka Bose Saha
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