Blue Spark Poem by Subhojit Kar

Blue Spark you ended me.
I sat on the electric chair
to worship you
and you pressed the switch
that electrocuted me.

Now you see me,
the walking, talking corpse
with dead-fish eyes.
Nights of bitter search alone,
Swimming in the alcoholic whirlpool
of my Epiphany,
my once-in-a-lifetime vision
and smoking the joint
of your ice-pick-sharp derision

And your blue current
that passed through me
is dancing in my head
as I see you smiling, flirting
with the achievers, the successes
while I rot alone in my dark vault- -
it's worms and maggots all over me.

The green grass that you so disdainfully
trample beneath your feet,
they grow from my flesh and bones
as I lie in my grave
restless and undead
in the soft earth below,
the morning dew on them
the teardrops I shed for you.

See the wild flowers blooming
in their multicolored radiance
they are the mementos
on the postcards of passion
I could never send you.

Blue Spark, have a flying time
with boys, with hunks, with men
But don't kill another one
with your silken current.