Poetry – Arijit Sinha

Teach me the trick to turn the known to unknown

Why am I the other?
I am neither the better half
nor the worst.
I am just there struggling
to be the one in your life.
Why the cloak-and-dagger look
when your eyes meet mine?
Am I not worth looking at
among your esteemed allies…
When the bleak black night
surrenders it’s shift to the day
you meet me
and chase me like a stray dog
running behind the lone sought-after bitch.
How are you able to erase the smallest of the memory we ever had?
The texts, emails, scent, thoughts, words, gesture, smile, laugh, tears, fear, a embraces, touch, the pain to pleasure and everything about me just like co-passenger in the bus, train or metro?

Teach me the trick to turn the known to unknown.
Tell me how to let go of the essence of you that remains conjoined with my soul…