Sunday Poem By Jhilam Adhikary

Paradise Regained

The clock is ticking
Just a few hours more,
Then I’ll open my eyes
And I’ll be on your shore,
I’m the same as when I left
Just a bit more chubby than before
And since I cried so much for you,
My eyes are slightly sore.
The sparrows of your garden,
The warmth of your lights,
Your sudden sparks of colour,
Your radiance at nights;
Every star of my world
In your every inch installed,
I’ll see you again
And I’ll smile like a moron.
You crown, your walls,
Your rooms, your halls,
Your double doors,
Your white floors,
Your auditorium, your theatre,
I’ll pose in your washroom mirror
And click the most pictures.
I will walk past all
My personal paradise:
The palace I recalled
Every minute when I was alone.
I’ll lose myself in you,
Like a good ghost should,
The small trees, the grass
Adam and Eve would be so jealous.
A Paradise created
By Nymphs and Gods
The better Gods, my own Gods
And their lover’s touch,
Which has returned just for this
After forsaking me since birth.
Tall and fat and beautiful,
Loud and proud and hopeful,
And I’ll be like you,
When inside you
And a part of you
When close to your heart;
And my heart will break
A hundred times again,
When once again I’ll remember
Happiness can’t be permanent
And I can’t be here forever…
Breathing your air,
I’ll walk out someday
Breathing your air,
I’ll grow up,
But breathing your air
I’ll come back again,
For you have made me ambitious
Not all hope is lost;
Paradise regained once
Can be regained again too,
You are my only kingdom
And I’ll fight the most for you.