- Soham Ghosh
On a stormy night,
The windows shattered.
The sky roared as your footfalls drew close.
I hurried to greet you, shouting frantically,
“Wait my Master! Here I come.”
I flung open the doors,
And every window that came my way.
I tore down the silken curtains,
And lit all the lamps I could find.
O for a glimpse of my Lord divine!
The storm broke in,
The dust shrouded my modest hall of stone,
As I lay waiting
On the drenched carpeted floor.
The wind hushed my lamps
And your step died nearby,
While I lie waiting
For another storm and when the time is right.
Absence
When you will
be gone,
May be I will
hear your laughter from places distant,
While you
won’t be hearing my cries close by.
When you will
be gone, My dear,
The tremble on your lips,
the warmth of
your sighs,
the blackness
in your eyes,
the tenderness of your fingers and
the echo of
your laughters,
Will be all
that I could treasure,
till I see you again,
maybe never.
When you
won’t be there, My love,
There will be
nothing,
Nothing at
all
Except for
the dust, the lonely road and the setting sun.

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