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Anupam Patra

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A story of love, loss and most things in between.
Never Let Me Go
Never Let Me Go
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The evening throbs as if a surge
Of unspoken feelings on their verge
The satin night crawls far & wide
Melting everything hitherto in sight

The bamboo vines whispering lullabies
In chorus, sound like gentle seas
Mortal forms vanishing into nothing
Their footsteps & signs sans lingering

As I toss & turn on the cot
My head chases a single thought
Born of the faceless jingle
That do their job & hastily mingle

My sleepless eyes stumble upon
The starry pond where fireflies spawn
The million glints from their burning
Provoking an unearthly craving

Crew of crickets join for a supper choir
Their tunes tearing from beneath every layer
Melodious than the greatest known tune
Into every note rhapsody strewn

The tender breeze rising from the banks
Of the distant river breaking ranks
Reassuring my sand ridden hair
Infusing a delight so delicate & rare

I'm captive of a perfumed whiff
Born of some mystic leaf
The many hued flora kneading
Charismatic musk seething

I forget I was born in the lights
I forget all the pointless fights
I forget every mirage to which I clung
I forget my need of a city, far flung

I move over the worthless addictions
I find refuge from haunting afflictions
I feel strain forsake my nerve
I feel the return of humane verve

I sleep on my back
Looking at the soulful dark
Watching countless questions at sight
That I dodged in the bright

Then, like the ardour of lovers,
Like the embrace of mothers,
Like the ageless sage,
Begins to etch in heart, my village

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They say I'm a Loner

Let me be alone
I can't carry company
For most who have loved me
Have had their hearts broken

Never did they know
That much prior
My own heart
Was in pieces
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Post has attachment wakes up into in pain. In his own pain one often realizes the anguish he might have caused to others and shut his eyes to...a true feeling of being evened
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Imperfections, and for the love of 'em
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