Treasure Island

Shouvik Roy

(26th january 1992 / Kolkata)

A scent


There is a scent,
A very strong, poignant scent
Of our glory days, a scent of
Your white shiny skin on mine;
A scent of the laughs and
The gazes we shared, and the
Six strings that lie on a corner.

There is a scent,
A very strong, beguiling scent
Of your gushing wisdom words
And of your coy melodies,
A scent of your gawks for my monkeyshines,
The rolling wheels and the road beneath
That would take us to places unseen.

There is a scent,
A very strong, dismal scent
Of your ignorant gait, a scent of
Your silence, the dead quirks
And the days bereaving me of you.
There remains nothing but a scent of you.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, June 26, 2012

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