In the resplendence of the submerging rays, I sat down,
singing songs of an insipid heart.
Memories lay scattered like a molten candle,
oozing teardrops from broken memoirs.
I had loved you with all my completeness
until a day arrived when I laid barren my heart to you.
You flipped through the pages and smirked in oblivion.
My lips quivered like a withered petal,
threadbare and tired,
contemplating how destiny conspired.
My dear, I will always be this gentle to you.
My dear, I will always look for you midst the pyre of our long-lost love.
Debarati Sen works at the Presidency University, Kolkata as a Junior Assistant. She is also an independent researcher in the genre of Disability Studies and a freelancer with an International NGO named JPS Medaid. Writing is therapeutic for her.