Eron Deka Poems

A blind man took the train
to somewhere in Nova Scotia
That was me. At dawn,
where the Winds blew past the ocean.
...

As a beautiful smile turned into spite
Like Silver rusting into dust
and all that remains
is nothing but lost trust
...

I saw your face and realized of mine
They were appalling.
I was Bewildered if I
should close these curtains and hide,
...

As the strokes of my pen lay thinner and thinner
I remember, Yesterday
when I saw her in a light Blue Shirt and a nice pair of jeans
Open hair, darker than the night I had seen
...

The wind blew her hair onto me
with a taste of dried autumn leaves
and a certain crunch of the trodden,
while revealing to me a mark that seemed
...