UNSUNG WORDS

Did I ever tell you

that April is my favorite month

when the sky is clear

... and the air is hot

with flavors from days gone by?

When the touch of

ice runs through my fingers

with an ecstasy half forgotten

that lets them curl

like a leech in shame-

coated with a sprinkle of salt ?

Did I ever tell you

that sometimes

music from the neighbor’s FM

sings of the times we spent together

in the green woods

smelling primroses and

counting colors on the wings

of butterflies

in search of passion

among uncountable,

willing flowers

beating-- just to be touched?

But I know,

I never did tell you

that the first drop of rain in June

on my parched skin

still fills my eyes with tears

feeling those quivering moments

our lips met after an inane battle

when there was nothing left

to be said anymore...

but hear the beat of a longing

that throbbed

in the middle of my chest

running through the length of my arms

just wanting to hold your head

close to my heart ?

Always.

And today

when the mind

is growing rapidly senile

by the weight of loss and gain

in a world filled with noise and pain --

I stand alone,

brave and strong

with no shadow of yours

to envelop me.

Ever. Anymore.

I seek no words

to tell you today that

I have no regrets or fear,

no truths

left uncovered

as I know you can hear

all that is left unsung,

from wherever you are,

in your sleepless soul!

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Dola Dutta Roy, Calcutta, July 6, 2009