by Arindam Banerjee
An evening fraught
With lucidity
Till I heard you knock
Upon my access
I was quite assured
Of convolution
Quite assured indeed.
Me a man of blood
You a strange belief
Though I dear you most
I dread this belief
Your complexion is
Frozen and you don’t
Surface anymore
Every night you trip
But never alter
Your gory cord clothes.
Your poise relieves me
Of all mortal pangs
Your embraces heals
The scars dug by time
You give chicken skin
You give me purpose
An alien you’re
I’m Alice in dreams.
You lodge for awhile
Then fade so far gone
Abandoning me
To a reckless state
And convolution
You do not heed my
Call, no you do not
Until next sundown
To do away with
It’s lucidity.
Thus I spend my days
Tossing and turning
Depressed of watching
The photo entrap,
For now they call me
Lunatic they say
I’m under a spell.
No I regret not
Over their saying
But yes I regret
Every night’s long wait.
Arindam Banerjee is currently pursuing his M.A in Linguistics from the University Of Calcutta.He is passionate about music and poetry. His poems have appeared in ‘The Poetic Bliss’, ‘Full of Crow’, ‘Taj Mahal Reviews’ and elsewhere. His first micro fiction is also coming out in Blink Ink. He writes, for the bugs keep biting him from within.
