After You Had Said Goodbye Or Good Riddance For That Matter Poem by Debanjan Dhar

I stood in a queue again to sell my hours
When my turn came, I was already tired
But I let the good Sun roast me well
Almost bludgeoned to strength I staggered to
The coldest pyre – Where tough was the crowd
But I hardly complained or cared.
Never have I before turned down friendships
But this time I did to the few feeble seekers
Who reeked of loneliness – I stayed untouched, unmoved
And it felt so cozy in the freezing hollow of my heart.
So my songs, they were never again of love
And my tunes kept dropping and dropping
And one day they dropped so down that I fell
In love with them like I always wanted to have you –
Hidden under skin, in my guts, in my spleen,
In those lungs that look like torn flags on a mast
And in my heart, in my heart, so that they tear me apart
If they ever wanted to see you again.