Scars of love

 I won't allow myself to run to the field of daises

if I find no ‘you' there

unearthly beautiful pictures I held in my orbs,

if a day, demises. is something that I fear.

Gravity, stars, galaxies & mars

love is a blessing, indeed,

But one had not told about the scars that sprang over my hemisphere.

for ones, if caught a train en routing wrong,

I would have never witnessed the love I had here.

“Go away,” my cranium said in short,

I disagreed with my pounding heart

hands in my pockets, cold, shimmering skin of white,

I hope to see you through every sight, be it bloomy days or dark nights.

So, what will it take to break my organ of red?

is it love or the curse that is about to spread,

So, what might have me bled?

mayhap, you will be answered after my love is dead.

- Debesh Kar