Weird Love - Poem by Pinaki Dewan
You have hesitated like the rust on my doorknob,
footsteps stammering like the dawn that doesn't know
if it's arrival will bring light to the dead world,
you have loved the wrong corner of the street.
I move on into the lonely well, stare at the picture
day in day out, can never reach the clouds.
I want to break like thunder, like rain, but no,
silence wants me to break like the earthen pot.
Our footfalls are homonyms, we move on but reach
the same place once again. The flowers have grown
this year, the fragrance ebbing like your purple gown.
You smile. But I can no more. I take your hand.
You want to kiss me, but you can't. You've broken
so many times, you can't cry. The shrine tarries
like the sand dune. The bells ring. I take your waist.
We dance the entire night like crickets warbling.
We don't talk, but our feelings reach anyway.
The music has a way with the stars. We sit in
exhaustion. We don't look into each others' eyes
but well know they are no less than the sky above.
Our love is weird, we know. But there's no use
changing. We go our own ways. Till the next time.
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