Poems – Mohona Chatterjee

I loved too many a miles

In the nightly coffee sip…
Your unspoken lip…
Lies within my drawer…
In the lonely shower…
Of all such delayed and debarred monsoons…
And the dismissed meetings and kisses of all such afternoons…
And by the stalls emptying to mourn…
I love of love for the loveless sojourn…
And in the cigarette ashes find the twins…
Of the towers and pyramids of illusions turned to ruins…
I hang about like the neglected dwarf…
Your echoing photograph…
And by the strife with the jar of jam…
I still bread me in your eyes, to read the script that I am…
And even then in the winter of this washed-out basin…
I mind to sink in…
Your fingers around and on my forehead…
And desire before I am dead…
Your touch…
And after such…
Thoughts that overwhelm…
I find shame…
Sticking to my gaze…
And in the rays…
Of the buffering tube light dazzle…
I rattle…
To love you…
Or my love renew…
Perhaps there I loved too many a miles…
Perhaps there I lost too many a smiles…
Perhaps there I drop a kiss across the flannel attire…
Perhaps there I shall stand, until I could myself pyre…
Perhaps therefore I shall deserve…
This love of silence… This route of reckless nerve…
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