In Search Of Warmth Poem by Surabhi Bhattacharjee

Words I never spoke
Supposing you would hear
Words I never heard
Supposing you would speak.

In search of warmth
I enter a cafe
Swing a mouthful from the steaming cup
And gaze through the piece of window
At the outer screen world.
But
Only your visions
Weave
Drunkenly
Weave
Within and without
Where burning memories kept secret
Between memory and forgetfulness.

In the vastness of universe
My words split
Like isotopes.
My presence, my situation
And my very nature class
Smash, scatter into smithereens.

Where I hold all this is
My own life
Remains with me
Hanging on my own wall.