Sunday Poem By Jhilam Adhikary

Cheers to Jealousy

Cheers to jealousy, That pokes and tells me I’m inferior in every way: Degrading as much as I upgrade Lying to myself, aggressively Hiding am I from whom? My insecurities. Lost am I from whom? My duties. That somewhere still exist, That I cannot fulfil till I’m beautiful enough Beating beauty is a revenge, and I must not give up, Strolling, walking briskly, suddenly wondering In the fog-less night, questioning abruptly, Does the one I love think of me when he looks at the sky? Asking myself why he doesn’t talk As much as I demand in my own fairy tales, Every day, every night, in my mind. Just a lover to touch and see and talk to Like my own spring: To make me beautiful To give every success meaning. I wonder why he talks so less Or if he doesn’t wanna talk at all, And is just compromising… A very common thought I want to talk, I want to see and feel, Every inch of that softness that isn’t here right now I love him, and I’m angry And to jealously, I’m jealous, Of every beauty and success that isn’t mine But yet is a part of his life, and mine too Again and again, in love and jealous… Cheers again, to holy jealousy! That reminds me: Yes, I’m in love.

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