By Upamanyu Sengupta
Hear me out, before I sleep;
Before my sorrow makes you weep;
Before my tales matches with yours;
Before the words spill the sewers;
Before some news that yesterday brought;
Before tomorrow that you once had sought;
Before these pages, you might as well read;
Before my advice you scarcely need;
Before my rhymes make you frown;
Before the liquor in which you drown;
Hear me out.
For the night is short and the story too long;
For silence suits my tempered song;
For you might wonder what is new;
For ages you have drank the brew;
For a journey down the memory lane;
For blurry eyes, masking thy pain;
Hear me out.
Before etherized as Elliot would say;
Allow me to prick if I may;
Prick, gnash, make wounds so deep;
Memories of the pain you must keep;
And;
Now and then, writher in pain;
Smile; that life was not so vain.
Smile; that you can still smile;
Can still; wait for a while.
Poets; lovers and all who needed proof;
As to why I walked aloof;
Walked aloof to make you believe;
(Perhaps pain;
Forgotten.)
Do I dare relieve?
Dare to think?
Dare disturb the night;
Dare disturb the dreams?
My dreams;
Dreams of her dreams
That shroud me tight.
Hear me out;
Your ears I lend;
Your voice to try and bend;
What time;
Perhaps;
Too casually had sought to mend.
Hear me out;
Whisper my songs into the night;
Reach my lover whose sleep is light.
Hear me out;
And pass her the dope;
For I hope and I hope and I hope;
She will hear me out.