It Does Not Matter How Much You Ignore Me

Sorry, I no more seek your suns Nor moons Yes, your suns I loved very much Your passionate sun Around which my planets would run Your cool moons Shedding long leaves On my glistening lagoon I remember All my swoons From wine in your spoon But your nerves Went for new curves It happens Very often Our rivers do not like the same course Especially when you endorse Flames of passion And we are rivers You developed a new craze In a psychedelic haze In that crazy spree You started neglecting me Initially I got lonely Missed you terribly My ocean frozen I was in a depression Of the morbid flower In pale blue showers From the two windows Morose under compulsion For many a day, month and year Irritation in the mug of bear Tearing my spirit Pulverizing all my lyrics Landslide in Mirik But again all rivers are resilient If you stop its normal course It gathers unexpected force The remorse underlie I grew seasoned without you I was out of the bottomless blues Though could not but reflect on the cues In the morning dew And sighed too But I learned to live agile and alert Brushing aside the frozen heart Gave up on hashish Cleaned the debris Started looking smart Now I have travelled a long path No more remorse no wrath No smokes of the aftermath Now I understand The diamonds of life Love matters much Especially in the flowers of touch But when you ignore It does not matter I have got my poems of freedom Your walls can never ruffle them ______________________________ 23/11/2016 Note: Mirik is a Himalayan tourist spot in Darjeeling