By Doyel Bhattacharjee
This house is haunted
It doesn't feel like home
All the screams
Every shout
All the fights
Every night
They were deafening
And so was the silence
Of that one night
This house is haunted
By the ghost of us
The feel of your touch
The tremble in your breath
Your form was a blur
Or perhaps it were my eyes instead
It doesn't feel like home
The lights too bright
Our room too dark
And I was Alone
All the screams,
Every shout
All your words
And every move
Stamped on me,
My very soul
The song of us
Forevermore
All the fights,
Every night
All our red roses turned white
Our home, ever so bright
Everything there was
Everything there wasn't
Only leaves me with questions
The dahlias were carnations
The marble was glass
And I, I lost sight of us
They were deafening
Your silence
Your words
My thoughts,
The way we converse
It was treacherous
My tone
It was painful,
All alone..
By Doyel Bhattacharjee
Commentaires