You
No I don't,
Talk about you anymore;
I don't see you too,
I've no cogent reason either;
For such ludicrous capers of mine.
Coz if I did, I know
I'd whisper only your name
On all forevers;
That'd come and go.
I still watch you scream out
Your lungs, for her.
I still watch you bleed
Your ruptured veins for her.
I know not still, what to say;
I can't call out too
Your name, no -
From my lips, I can't
Utter the word,
Those seven letters form..
My eyes are red,
My lips cracked.
My throat is dry
Yet I can't gulp down;
The red wine you serve
Alongside your words
Seared on a brazier; yet
Since day one of your advent.
With my thoughts I lay
Toss and turn on the bed.
I've become a night owl
Waiting not for you,
But for the insomnia
To die down for the night;
So I can lament over
Your verses anew,
The very next day.
You fill some good pages
With your blue ink,
That still smells of her.
The dust coated books
In your closet of poesy;
Looks nothing but an old frame,
Alluring but derisive,
Built from the revered timber;
Excised from my heart.
Maybe I'm just going porangi
I know not what to call it.
There's nothing I can do
Nor do I want to either.
For I can always suffice
One way or the other.
Sometimes the raindrops
Sometimes the metaphors
Bring me your love.
Like a praxis that becomes-
More puissant with every passing,
I cling onto this epiphany,
Hoping one fine day;
You'll come and say-
" I knew it all along "
" I knew it all along " ..
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