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Ayan Gupta Poem
Standing at your grave
Thinking,
It could be someone else's life
But why you?
Why try to be so brave?
He was a soldier
Martyr did he die.
Splendidly lifeless was I
But just could only cry.
A faint memory striked my head
"Do me a favour.
When I'll be dead,
Do not forget
To take out of my pocket,
The rose red."
His words made me reminiscent.
Never knew, it'll be painful to this extent.
It all started
At a library with a glance.
Short sleeve T's, khaki pants
Without a doubt
He was a man made for romance "He's the one"
My heart ecstatically said
"Go on, don't be afraid."
I don't blame myself
But he made me stalk him
Through every street.
No killer I am,
I just wanted to meet.
But suddenly,
I lost him near a crossroad.
A deep cracking voice echoed
"I don't like to be followed."
Dumbstruck was I
Suspicious was he.
"Would you mind to have a cup of coffee?"
I gulped.
"Only if you're paying up"
Sternly he said. "He surely is the one"
I gasped.
From coffee to dinner dates,
Not only me but he also paid.
We frequently used to write letters,
Bcoz retrospect suited us better.
I could never expect
I would ever receive
So much love and respect.
A Pisces made for a Leo.
I still remember
The awkward conversations
And longwalks under
The flickering street lights.
Our need for each other
A perfect example of obsession
Every moment spent with him
Was my dearest possession
My strongest desires
I always tried to hide.
But I fail to understand
Do all soldiers have the power
To read your mind wide?
Not kissing like teenagers,
Not having tantric sex
But walk miles
In a vineyard, spending
Warm afternoons strolling down
the rows of heaving grapes
Sharing a romantic dance.
Came the season of monsoon.
I know that did happen too soon
Not di I remember much to say
But, oh my, that was indeed a day.
As the first drops of rain poured down
I turned around
Only to find him on his knees
"Will you share your umbrella
With me for the rest of your life?"
He asked, as he sneezed.
Here was my response
"Well then, if you love me
Half as good as I love you
There'll be a wedding
In a week or two."
Copyright © Ayan Gupta | Year Posted 2019
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Ayan Gupta Poem
When the sunlight dies
and it’s time for the moon to rise,
a Pegasus, trots over the grey skies
witnessing your enchanting tired eyes
he knows,
he knows your wings are weak
and your dreams are too big,
making his eyes go bleak
he sees you every day, every night
under the stalwart sun or the pale moonlight
sees your knees weak, palms sweaty
eyes watery and you’re still not ready
Your heart is in the ground, frozen over
and your dreams in the sky, far from supernova
You, beautiful, are the heaven divine
and all your imperfections make you perfectly fine
we all have our little whimsical flaws
you’re a work of art
not everyone will understand you
but the ones who do
won’t ever forget you
You fret, a lot
but it isn’t even an ocean yet
it’s just a pool
of vulnerabilities and insecurities
of troubles very cruel
that you’re in the middle of
what do you choose to see?
the empty black void of disappointments
or the rays of sun sparkling on the water surface
but redeemer oh redeemer
we all are like a snowflake
all different, in our own beautiful way.
And here is this Pegasus
who sees it all, and knows
you are more worth than
maybes and second thoughts
a Pegasus who finds his own chaos unruly
yet, sees your chaos as perfection
so,
would you get on his back
and ride to the moon and back?
would you give him the chance
to fix your broken wings and make them dance?
He might be the one
who falls like a desert rain and fill your lungs
kiss away your pain and speak in tongues
read the signs of your face
like a book written in the summer noon under tree’s shade
your fever dream, that’ll help you soar
to such great heights, you’d adore
your neon night, that makes you feel young
as if tomorrow will never come
walk with you along sidewalks of the dark azure sky
let your universe of wack
merge with his own
and scale the distance between stars
So after years and years, you’ll see that
the storms we chased are behind us
and love is all we’ll ever trust
just wish not to waste what’s left
and when your legacy will be sung
they all will know that
she was like the earth
potent and powerful
mysterious but beautiful
but who never left her side
was the one and only, Pegasus of the moon
Copyright © Ayan Gupta | Year Posted 2018
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Ayan Gupta Poem
Call it my bad luck or his
But who has ever escaped the fate
And it's consequences that always endures
"Duty calls my dear, I must obey
But I know you won't forget me,
I shall always think of you though far away
Though war may take me far away.
And, and !
Do me a favour.
When I'll be dead,
Do not forget to take
Out of my pocket, the rose red."
With tears in my eyes, I heard
Every word
While I hugged him hard.
For I never could apprehend
It were his last words.
Now here I stand
In front of your grave.
I stood near his corpse.
His fragrant body odour gradually
Mixed with the earth's pungent scent.
I kissed his cold forehead
And let him sleep in the deep soil bed.
The rose had lost all its delicacy
So did my mind.
And now after the time
As long as he lived,
His memories still remain
My happiest pain.
When people ask me
"Your favourite bookmark?"
"This"
I smile with tears in my eyes
And show them
The dried rose.
Copyright © Ayan Gupta | Year Posted 2019
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