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A kind of love

Love in a heart full of dashed hopes
Like drops of water on a sizzling pan
Love that burns and turns into vapour
Vapour condensing into tears to become
Dried stain on my impassive face.

I am still greedy for your touch
Still thinking how your hand lingered upon mine
Longer than it was necessary to say
A polite goodbye
When you disengaged, finally,
I muffled a screaming "don't!"

I watched you disappear in that swirl
Of strangers, talking sideways to your "other" love
The memory of your fingers in mine
Spreading like cobwebs of shock on my face
And I was trying my best to figure out
Did you say something to me in silence?

You will not be there, everyday
Like mundane comfort that snugly fits,
Like pillows, the contours of my common aches
But you will be there in ecstacy
Like love of an unknown kind
Reminding me of my secret sins

 

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Jan 2006 kolkata

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