Saturday, 27 December 2014

I no longer like malls

I no longer like malls
With their crowds young and old
Their movie theatres and tattoo parlours
Their bookstores and ice cream –

I no longer like evening walks
Under tall trees lining the pavement.
The waves of the sea
Hold no attraction for me
As they grow from out of the deep –
And shatter on the shore.

The lights of the living city
Once were a jeweled necklace flung around
The dark throat of the night.
Now all they are is spots of glitter
On the rusting iron of the corroded world.

I no longer like waking in the morning
Or going to bed at night.
Now they hold nothing for me
But agonised memory.
Only you
In everything

Only you.

Copyright B Purkayastha 2014

1 comment:

  1. There is no cure for heartbreak, not even time. Except maybe poetry, yours is exceptionally poignant.


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