She takes a deep breath as she decides to write the story of her life,
Rummaging through all that she once reluctantly had left behind.
Of the empty cups of coffee and the sleepless nights,
And those songs she wrote once upon a time.
Some silent screams and the ear-splitting whispers.
The memories of the rain and the warmth of the winter.
The fables from the forlorn pages of her life,
Stuffed somewhere between all the storms and the chaos.
The tale of a lovely dream she once weaved,
The dream which now she has burnt and buried.
"Juxtaposition of your dusk and my dawn,
Your favorite dreams and my worst nightmares,
As I lose myself in the abyss of my present,
Picking up the remains of my past,
You stay alive with me.
I play hide and seek in your dreams,
Trying to weave some for my own,
A story so familiar to us, of us, of happy times,
Of past and the future that will never come,
You stay alive with me.
I pick up the stones that once help me carve,
the reality I once loved, now bleed me dry.
I might smile to people around but,
all my heart does is cry.
Even the tears that flow carries your name,
Reminding me the memories we shared,
and some that we left to fade away.
You stay alive with me with every breath that I take.
Years after when you arrive on my funeral,
Putting the soil on my casket and the rose on my grave,
And you hold your tears back,
I hope that you say,
"You stay alive with me"".
She left the story at the bedpost,
Kissing him and his memories for that last time,
May be not a future together, but she'll always have,
that 1st kiss they shared,
the piece from his fave mug that she broke,
the tee-shirt from his cup-board that she took.
the memories of their first fight, the 1st holiday,
The pictures she clicked he has no idea about,
Bills from all the dates they went together.
So many memories, so much of love,
Amidst all he'll always be alive with her.
© Dipannita Saha, 2011
Rummaging through all that she once reluctantly had left behind.
Of the empty cups of coffee and the sleepless nights,
And those songs she wrote once upon a time.
Some silent screams and the ear-splitting whispers.
The memories of the rain and the warmth of the winter.
The fables from the forlorn pages of her life,
Stuffed somewhere between all the storms and the chaos.
The tale of a lovely dream she once weaved,
The dream which now she has burnt and buried.
"Juxtaposition of your dusk and my dawn,
Your favorite dreams and my worst nightmares,
As I lose myself in the abyss of my present,
Picking up the remains of my past,
You stay alive with me.
I play hide and seek in your dreams,
Trying to weave some for my own,
A story so familiar to us, of us, of happy times,
Of past and the future that will never come,
You stay alive with me.
I pick up the stones that once help me carve,
the reality I once loved, now bleed me dry.
I might smile to people around but,
all my heart does is cry.
Even the tears that flow carries your name,
Reminding me the memories we shared,
and some that we left to fade away.
You stay alive with me with every breath that I take.
Years after when you arrive on my funeral,
Putting the soil on my casket and the rose on my grave,
And you hold your tears back,
I hope that you say,
"You stay alive with me"".
She left the story at the bedpost,
Kissing him and his memories for that last time,
May be not a future together, but she'll always have,
that 1st kiss they shared,
the piece from his fave mug that she broke,
the tee-shirt from his cup-board that she took.
the memories of their first fight, the 1st holiday,
The pictures she clicked he has no idea about,
Bills from all the dates they went together.
So many memories, so much of love,
Amidst all he'll always be alive with her.
© Dipannita Saha, 2011
2 comments:
:'(
love you... <3
@suppo : I know that! <3 smile will you?
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