By Bristi Saha

You loved the idea of love poems
Your thoughts often had grand romantic gestures
Gestures enhancing the term love
Forgetting and forgiving the emotion once you felt.
The only thing that strings between you and me
Is the pain.
A pain with moisture , distinct particles with heavy fog
Trying to smudge the reality and your poems.
Ocean sized expectations fighting,
With narrow detla of fulfillment
Dream sight abilities that chokes my heart
In the name of love
I chose a way to bring all the deadly calamities to my shore
As the sand particles get diluted in my tears
And the wind sound tries to let me forget of your voice.
Your gaze on my skin
Is nothing less than a burning sensation
Every cell to every tissue
It burns up the love I once felt.
You would often say that you'd be present in my today
While I patiently experience your absence in yesterday's tomorrow
Your anger registers in my head while your sweetness has faded away
A pain that feels so long curls me up and makes me question why the happiness couldn't last this long
My words fenced around you
Like those lines in your palms
That never matched mine
Even when our fingers intertwined and eyes met
Our fate escaped in the direction where I'd never find you.
With sadness and loss of love
Intergalactic motion where I nearly have lost site of you.
You no more exist in my galaxy.
Just the songs remind me of you.
The songs that we swayed on
Makes me self doubt myself,
The words that you sang for me
Are the reason why I don't love myself
The tune that we hummed through the darkness of the tunnel to discover light
Made me realise that there wasn't any light at the end.
It crumbles my world when I think I don't love you anymore
Just like you never did
Only the thought of loving me was in store.
Bonds don't grow like money plant
And love can't me arranged like marriage
You can't play love like you play the tunes on a piano
The heart doesn't respond to those keys
It's an abandoned lock, rustedwith scribbles
As if we tried to prove a love that was long foregone.