Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 8, 2014

WITCHING HOUR~by Samita Chattopadhyay


 

 

WITCHING HOUR

You are holding the glass
You are gawking at it
Why don’t you sip?
You gulp back tear
Cursor moves…

Lips tremble

They part
Teeth and tongue –
What do they want to say?

Champagne…
“Gulp down”-
You command yourself

Lips come close to the glass…

You swig
And wince

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“There is a yawning chasm –
Different generations…
I know…

Still I feel pain;

See,
I guzzle all news
And I go back to those days….

You used to tell me the stories…
No,
Glimpses of real life…
The mass exodus….
And how grandpa became a ‘no one’ here –
In this part of the land!

Here am I –
A lone wolf,
Quaffing a stream of pain…”

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Amelia is in white
In the background of pitch black night
Her feet are not touching ground
Her lustrous, long mane is flowing down…

“Come back Ryan,
Hold me…
Love me more
Much more
More and more than those days…”

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You forgot the meaning of ‘love’…

The night and a dream
And Amelia,
For whom you have been carrying the torch,

Made you weep like mad…

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They are at daggers drawn…

Your lips quiver…

Your voice quaver:

“Don’t cross swords…

Bury the hatchet…”

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Samita Chattopadhyay
August 8, 2014 at 12:41pm


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