By
Anindita Bose
Broken Bones
Now we sit together at
the terrace and watch
the setting sun
we never did that
before since we were
strangers under the
same roof
she was the mother of
four kittens, my cat’s
lover
neither we exchanged
any meaows nor we
shared scrambled eggs
only her babies were
close to me and my cat
was my star
my companion in dawn
and dusk
my solitude in lonely
nights
he still walks in my mind
he still plays the rara avis
with both of us
our eyes now meet
sometimes while we
cross rooms and perhaps
we see him sharing a
space
it was a death and not
a murder since we would
never give credit to an
unknown rash driver
we know time will fly by
we know we shall cry
we know silence will turn
into stones
while we shall keep
sharing inside us some
broken bones…
A Streak of Memory
A deer running in the midst
of deep forest and a memory
peeps in my mind
The valleys we saw, the
touches we left in the patches
of memories
We ran once like there were
no boundaries only to fall into
each other’s arms
In the silence of those nights
we drifted apart to be lost in
sweet-bitter senses
Passion drizzling with strokes
of touches forever lingering
in skin
Let us meet. Let us feel again
the ripples of lost melodies
Not to lose your soul in me
but to set my visions free
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