By Doyel Bhattacharjee
To be or not to be,
The question remained unanswered
Haunting silence surrounds us
How could you be
So cruelly me
Misery loved me
Happiness was a folly
Yet I desired glory
Even as the fire burned me
It was holy
How you touched me
As if I wasn't tainted
By sorrow, brittle and bony
I'll worship your memory
Even if it was a false God
Even a myth, a story
I'd be fortunate enough
To be jolly
There was no breathing
With you near
Heart breaching solitude
No living when you weren't
Alone in my walls of fortitude
Walls of black adamant
A shivering claw,
My salvation in your eyes
Mine searching for enlightenment
Beseeching words,
Never once spoken
Rose glass shattered
My curse once broken
Never to return
Silken rope,
Roughened sheets
Couldn't hold you back
You held me close
Your arms my sanctuary
The song of us, a prose
You sang back to me
To be or not to be
The question remained unanswered
Yet your arms remained home to me
Like misery loved the orphaned
By Doyel Bhattacharjee
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