Longing
It
is strange how I longed for you
In
the lit embers of fire burning within the chest
The
silent bleeding is never known
Only
felt
Creating
deformed shadows of abstract arabesque
On
the walls behind the lantern
Perhaps
we will never meet again
Or
there be hundred nights of lying together
And
giving all those nights of life
A
meaning
Before
they depart
Taking
a bit from both of us
Empty,
naked the first sun next morning
Came
to us in want of another promise
Another
longing
Another
way of living life
Before
the wait is over.
Subhadip
Majumdar
Tags:
Poetry