To the Woman In Black Saree
It was only me in the room
The room was messed up
With my stuffs and my thoughts
But all that I can see,
Was her in black saree
And then I got lost
In the moments of the night.
Just some hours ago,
Yet felt like few seconds before
When we were arguing
Asking her not to leave
Staying few more days,
Few more talks
Few more meetings of eyes
Few more dreams together.
And she was calm
As the late winter moon,
And I was burning
As the sun in the month of June
And then if I could grab her hand
Repeat my words again and again,
And say things I couldn't at that moment.
I realised she was wearing her black saree;
That black saree which takes my breath away,
That black saree in which I wanted to see her
Her fragrance made me silent,
I looked into her dazzling eyes
Her eyes were smiling
If I had her in my arms
With her black saree embracing my aura,
But I hurted her badly
Tortured her soul unknowingly,
And what happened next?
Better and must for me
To remain silent and only keep bleeding on paper!
The warmth of her cold hands,
The deep breaths of her
Her voice seeking answers
But I couldn't speak
I was numb, maybe she was true
I was dishonest, I betrayed her
With my words again
I did a bad bloodshed this time
I threatened her spirit,
It was bad simply bad
A wolf in me seeked a gruel nectar.
She said, "you never loved me for sure"
Maybe that's true,
I couldn't pray for more of her
She stayed, she explained, she told
But I made her hate me in all ways I could do,
May be it will be easier for her now,
Maybe she can hate me and never call me back
But the question is, how am I to live??
I breathe so much of her air but
Even I suffocate if she's there
Copyright © Rupan Das | Year Posted 2023
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