Loneliness. - Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya
Speaking, yes speaking...
for people whom..
it's more of a cause, and
less of an effect.
And, indeed, there goes happiness,
waiving her bag,
with her friends.
And when she knew about all this,
so, why didn't you say anything?
And he said...it's more ofacause
and less of an effect.
The trees with it's yellow leaves,
the big black street in between.
The weather that like a sweater, in the cold weather
and one wants to break free.
Wants to tear away from it.
And those yellow stones that protrude
out of the pavements. In late evening.
When the office goers come back home.
Coming back from the subway station,
those big neon adds that flirts
with the stillness of the eyes.
Then when a motorbike passes by
the stillness of the night,
drawing the fury of it's noise,
from close to far away.
When they said.. what? what is it?
Why is he like this?
Later when he would go and sit at the park.
Later when those boys playing
would gather a excitement at his heart.
Of those lost childhood days.
Later when a boy would come to collect the ball,
that came rolling up to him.
And say.. that if he would give the ball,
they would take the boy in,
at the next game.
He, would collect all his energy and give the ball back,
rejuvenated and powerful to feel,
he would roll up and go to work.
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