Poems - Aheli Pramanik

A Poet's Love

Another story, for another 'someone', Another love in between the crossroads. Side by side we fell together, Deciphering the same old codes.

From carrying all the glances, To carrying all the past, To carrying love, to carrying future, That could last.

"No regrets for the so - called ex", I whispered underneath my breath. Both were looking happy Because love followed the path of death.

He had nothing to say except a 'thanks' And felt satisfied deep within. I asked him for the reason And he narrated it in a rhythm.

"Its not easy to be a writer's love Its not easy to steal someone's heart Especially when you break it With heaviness, dullness and dirt.

Its not easy to be a writer's dream, To be the first view of the sleepy eyes, Its the luck that you carry forward As gorgeous as the sun's rise.

It's not easy to capture that immature heart That talks about maturity, grief and love. Its not easy to be that dreamy thought Scribbled on a paper in rough.

Its not easy to be immortal When people stab you each day, You get printed on a sheet of paper That gives all an enlightenment with a 'hope of ray'.

And so thanking you for making me that For giving love in return of pain, For giving more than just a name Creating a millennium with that single pen. "

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