To A Poet Friend Poem by Ayan Dasgupta

My cold flesh creeps
My lone being sways
Sometimes I sit and almost always

A self stricken moment within heaven and hell
Crave for it but who else can tell?

When will it come?
And
When will they come?
And
When will she come?

To tear me apart with grimace and yell
The wanton for lust
The wanton for death
The wanton for life
The wanton to smell
The dried out flowers
The spilled out wine
A moment's surrender
The love divine...

Tear me apart with grimace and yell
Crave for it but who else can tell!

Yet my cold flesh creeps
And the lone being sways –
Sometimes I sit and almost always...