Plantation Poem by Jyotishman Debnath

once I have planted
a sunflower tree
in my garden....

the brown evenings
turned out to be bright
my bubling cup
her mystic eyes
my silence
the fragments of young moon
in between us.....

it was a time that has gone
I don't know where
wearing wings those times
just flew away
with a promise of
never coming back....

yet still
in the bosom
of black magic night
I see her face....
as they say memory never fades...!

yet still

when stars play hide and seek
with the clouds
one pair of eyes always
look at them and remembers
'once upon a time'

no I'm not writing a story
as told by grandma
where everything turns good
irrespective of demons greedy kings

alas! that time has gone....
leaving a circular vacuum
around me......

I try not to think
but it's a habit
to think and reap
the sad corpses of past....

may be it's love may be not
love is just like an onion
it pleases heart by removing layers
till now you might have understood
why Cleopatra died........