Anurag Talukdar

Nobody reads the letters that I write,
Few considers them as prose,
Though I prefer myself a poet.
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An explosion deep within my heart,
Sublimes my very soul,
A feeling long obliterated,
Drags me back to my past, long forgotten.
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Lines curve strange pictures in our life,
Purple of dream melts into sorcery of dark.
I loved blue, while she erased her past,
Past confined beyond my reach, beyond my grasp.
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Is there something wrong within?
Or the whole world is conspiring.
Demented souls with forked tongues,
Slitters their way around my sanity.
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Letting the memories slip through,
I try to decimate everything of you.

The tresses still troubles me,
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Staring into the clouds hovering above,
No they are not threatening,
But like benevolent domesticated hogs.
I ponder, if I shall too rot my life,
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Statutory warning:
The verses below are highly cryptic.
A plethora of enigma slithered around a treacherous labyrinth.
If you find your way through,
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Indifference is a bliss when rage is rampant.
I hide in the spaces amongst the crowd,
A faceless escapist I am,
Settling for mediocrity.
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I stay alone,
In the company of three walls,
Half naked but unashamed.
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When I hear you speak, you remind of the hope that still exists. When I see you smile, you make me believe in the eternal bliss. You are too naïve, I wish I can be your armour and be your shield.

But you never gave me the chance, no matter how hard I tried. I reasoned and I cried, but you turned deaf to all my pleas.
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Why do you act as if you are ignorant?
Is this a game you like to play?
Well I am little naive in this if I must say.
But let me confess, I have browsed through your photographs so many times,
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I don't like the crowded places,
I am usually content all alone.
Though I can talk a lot on a microphone,
But usually, I prefer the company of my own.
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Her smile smears a sprinkle of seductive scream inside my soul.
When it's late in the night and I lie alone gazing at the dim light above the ceiling, I browse through her photographs in the Facebook and breaking the vow I had made to myself just a few hours ago.
The vow of not getting addicted to her smile as she stares into the camera lens, the vow of not imagining of holding her close to my heart, the vow of not caressing her smooth black hair as she softly whispers into my ears.
Maybe she is not even aware of my existence, let alone of my intense feeling towards her.
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I am pretending,
Pretending that you love me,
Pretending that I love you too.
Pretending that the world is good,
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There were many conversations,
Unfinished.
Some trivial and few important.
But now that you are gone,
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She is a double edged sword.
The scars of her indifference,
Can't be healed with words.
She is an enigma.
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The art of having conversation been never so enticing.
My soul have grown wings ever since you have re-emerged,
From some unseen corners of the universe.
I keep assuring my heart that it's only platonic.
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Part One:
Nothing seems to convey my thoughts.
Hints, obvious hints or plain words.
I just want to break free,
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Don't grow up so fast,
There aren't many photographs around.
Either the cameras are too slow,
Or you are growing up too fast,
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