Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Confession 8 (I write about no one else)

I write about You
And no one else.
I write about your eyes.
I write about your lies.
I write about every
Single thing you despise.
I write about You
And no one else.
When the wind blows away
The pages of my notebook
I can feel your soft hair
On my face, as if You,
You were standing
Right beside me.
I write about you
And no one else.
I could feel your aroma
And the sound of those bangles
Never lie; You were there.
As if the pages on which I wrote
Poetry about you and your eyes
Would crumble down at your touch
And grab your finger tips
To greet the woman they never met;
The woman whose beauty
Their breasts are inked with.

©Chandrajit Mitra