When the evening sun turns all bloody
The hero in the film says “true love doesn’t exist”
They say “you are the one, I want to die with...”
“spend the rest of my life with ...”
“When I close my eyes you are the only one out there”
Romantic ! they are.
I’ve closed my eyes a thousand times...
All I see is “afterglow”.
But when the bleeding sun bleeds no more
When I feel your caring fingers
Slowly moving across my weary hairs
When you used to gently pull the blanket over my body
the cold nights...
When you shared the little piece of chocolate
With me... even though there were many more in the box
When your breasts were not seductive but a place to die
Happily... resting my head while gazing at your celestial face
as if wars were finally over. As if a baby lying in its cot
gazes at the wonderful, mysterious wind chime
When your arms reminded me of the fortress of fairy tales...
Your angry face which the cigarettes feared.
Your tensed yet strong smiles that spread all over
The hospital bed sheet...
When you tried to rearrange my room, wardrobes, life... in vain.
Every time the “what will I do with you” came out of your tired mouth
When your special hot tea with magical potions seemed warmer
then it should’ve been...
When tears rolled down your cheeks once my lips
Touched your forehead
When you ran after my whims and my whims ran after you
When the sudden thunders conspired to bring us close
And apparently, we were afraid of its melodramatic sound
I do feel like writing poems of love
But they say that “true love doesn’t exist” ...
And I open my eyes... again.
- by wreetojyoti
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