#35
the sabotaged shrieks of gloom
they reside silently inside your deep eyes
your eyes, barbed eyes
curfewed eyes
that wall every way through them
cemented eyes
solid thru the ink of agonised verses
and abrupt full stops
i remember the shades that your eyes cast
as we sat under Zabarwan
i heard you for the first time
and the last too
as we walked by Gupkar Road
i said beautiful
you said torture
we stopped by the crowded boulevard
amid drunken tourists
heaven they said
and you sketched to me the pattern of hell
i heard you endlessly
thru the night
and then we departed
i loaded with your stories
and you no lighter
as you saw
pain could be sung of
but not shared
your reluctance to utter,
scars my memories now
your silence lulls me to disdain
i carried your pain in me, i said
but I lived it all alone, anyway, you replied
thank you for your verses dear, you console
but poetry doesn’t sum up the tangible atrocities
sometimes,
you whisper
and fade away into the dense mists
with no traces of return
your absence beloved!
how do i carry this void
an existence of existence devoid
listen, if not answer,
but i lost my reasons in your eyes…