Adieu
I was standing tall, tall enough not to return, my train honked, smoking misty air of Kolkata
Our lives were changing, but not change I asked for, I was still that child, screaming in that alley, her name
Train stopped, no door, drawing me in, for a journey of my life
But, how would I adieu, adieu when she was taken to the house of dead, where she was burnt
I took her ashes, but they're just ashes not her, Train master announced, 10 minutes to depart
I was not dead, yet, I took a route to books, where she found me, glancing between those books
We liked, loved, and lived, she wrote, I read
But not perfect were we, nor our love, it may seem vague, but two years nothingwe'd
Reason, A single reason, so she could stop me, but reason that we never had
My ten minutes had passed, I have to go, this old alley, of my lovely city,
city which hides my first love, even my last, darkest of me, I have to go
But, I'll return, when her ashes will inhale again, when she'll have a reason, when I'll be, no tall anymore
“Catching life (not again!) 2nd part of the series on 1st July, evening."
insta/whysurya
facebook
Twitter
Comments