By-Debadrita Ghosh


That day,

I had closed the windows of my room;

Never knowing,

You will close the door behind you forever before leaving.

That day,

I wished we could become one.

Never knowing,

I was another one you were with.

That day,

I was relieved to be with you

Never knowing,

It would last no longer than the night.


 Now that you don't come anymore,

And I have killed thousand expectations of your return.

The bed seems to have very little space for me;

When I try to avoid all those portions where I smell your touch.


 And everyday since then,

 I sat crippled in the middle of my own bed.

Hugging myself,

As the warm breath and tears make love over my knees.



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