Saudade II

1.

Deep down where the heart rhythm

Words taking their birth.

The melancholic tune finding a note

To be on the sheet music.

2.

My old beloved Kolkata shrouding in

The young autumn mist.

Parapet of cornices bordered by the–

Misty crescent moonlight.

3.

Brokenness of the promises splintered

Waiting to get scattered.

Black of night dances naked at the–

Tip of my cigarette.

Calmness of night whisper through–

My smoked breath.

4.

Coffer open of the story incomplete

Untolds reasoned with soul

5.

Moon seems, tonight, eye of the fish

From Draupadi’s swayamvar

Am not the Arjun, am the Karna trying

To prove nothing again all.


Saudade

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