Love Epistle Poem by Gagan Ahuja

Still looking for myself
in the pages of a book more than a hundred years old
sallow old withered morsels
pale english marrow in my bones
This evening sun has set, the sky is falling
out of this door I am now walking in the rain
to reach the vendor of the cigarette
I shall now walk across this old path
through the College that she has left
I collect the remains of the ash I left
remnants that have turned to relics
and poets that learnt how to act
This path along in the mild grey Sun
a dreary road to evolution
Music! and the sound of everyday life

Silent heartaches and frequent headaches
Someday, I will find a cure
On return the ember was lit in the dark
Nostalgia of all the children in the park
Some people are too proud to take an examination
I know this College of education