An inward-looking poem, by Dr. Sudhansu, about sadness of lost love, exclusively for Different Truths.

The smile rests on the trust of solitude
Gathering the grief in its own style
From the zeroed-out clock
The hands have stopped to move
At the brink of the setting sun
The dread is flowing
Telling something to me.
Just bread will do to keep my body and soul together
The closest distance
Between a rejected life and awaiting death
Makes life the most unbearable one.
Even unfit for a little space in the dust bin.
How could I die before death comes
Despite your repeated compulsion?
Sitting at a corner of the vast world
To tolerate all indifference of yours.
Treat me with all your gathered negligence
But at least with a difference
I can just manage to live until death comes to me
Trying to bury my unceremonious face from you.
Whole life I have exhausted
My blood has gone frozen
My flesh has cemented your walls
My bones have pillared the roof over your head
My eyes have tangled with the smoke
Your heart beats from my heart
Keeps stitching my dreams.
All take pity at my pity smile.
No one
There is no one to tell
How long one is to wait for the sunset?
No one
No one is there
Neither here nor far away
To understand a man consuming infinite injuries
To listen the story behind my pity smile.

Picture design Anumita Roy