Petrol

Need about a jerry can or two of petrol

No not to run my car but to burn down

Steel, glass, colour grey, negative sign on a battery cell.

Burn down

These scars, this emptiness, these city streets, cafes and neon signs,

Your contact number, Watsapp, Facebook, Mobile phone, laptop, coffee,

Memories, goodbyes, too late… burn them all down.

And if there is some petrol still left

I will light a fire to warm my heart cause it’s gone cold and plays an irregular rhythm

To which you can’t sing a song no more.

Into that fire I will throw in a handful of four letter words,

And my twisted sense of morality, base instincts, lust and perversion.

Let it all burn in a blue blaze and leave behind red ashes.

Perhaps a phoenix will rise in a day or two.

Rain

Thoughts like dark raven sit ominously on the lightning conductor

While a little to the left of right and a little further from near

And slightly below above

Pregnant clouds hang like a hangover from day before’s orgy.

In the meantime, unhappiness comes visiting like an unwanted visitor

Overstaying its welcome and drinking up the last drop of sleep.

Rain fails to bring much needed relief or fill up the void that

you left so nonchalantly. 

To unnamed love - reprise

Where do they find refuge today, your lips

Where do they rest? Who do they seek?

Who do they obey?

They have recollections for sure

Of time spent within four walls which bear testimony

To agony, ecstasy, pain, tears, fears, skin, sweat, dreams… love.

Too late you say,

But memories remain.

Memories which are tattooed on our lips..


Image Courtesy : Debjani Roy

My epitaph

... and when I die

let flowers grow wild

on my grave and be my epitaph.

Let them sway to the breeze and to words whispered

Let lovers meet and never be judged

Let no tears be shed but just your songs be heard.

To unnamed love

It’s too late you say

Tomorrow you will be on your way,

But hey,

Tomorrow is another day

Can’t you just look my way today?

Take me in your arms and just stay?

Can’t you give me one last chance to make things right

I won’t fight

I swear I won’t hurt or humiliate

But my love it’s too late

You say

Tomorrow in someone else’s arm you will be on your way.

Who is to say what will become of me

Can’t you feel my pain can’t you see

That I am down on my knee

Begging you please can’t you give me one last chance to make things right

I won’t fight

I swear I won’t hurt or humiliate

But my love it’s too late

You say

Tomorrow in someone else’s arm you will be on your way.

But can I beg you to stay?