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Sukanya Basu May 2021
Shhh!
We are doing nothing but dancing,
Like mad Men out in the open,

We are dancing with our bitter selves;
You have a black eye,
I have short sleeves

And nothing compares our mad dance
But a quiet room and one more chance.
Sukanya Basu May 2021
He had a car that made his mother proud,
A metropolitan man, a man of dreams!
The women had their phonebooks out,
And their legs well below their skirt,
The metropolitan man shook their hands
And bought them drinks for what it's worth,
His dentist said that he'd retire soon
For his smile was **** pretty,
The Metropolitan man had a solid plan
He would rule over the metropolitan city!

We heard his wife was under care,
She fell down the stairs,
how unfortunate they said;
Well, you and I know they are lying,
She was a prisoner in the metropolitan cave.
Sukanya Basu Apr 2021
Maybe you and I are dead,
Stranger!
We are dead indeed,
The world has stopped breaking into wars
And the pretty don't lie anymore,
You and I are dead;
But I ever never felt this love stronger
Than when we are together in our graves.
Sukanya Basu Dec 2020
It was an apocalypse
When we met,
If we didn't I'd regret
The way you said you'd die
Or when you held me and we cried
Apocalypse,
Honey we will build and build and break
You took my heart,
What else left is to take.

Apocalypse,
I'd regret how I touched your lips,
Apocalypse,
Honey I miss your kiss,

Apocalypse,
To touch and touch and hold you tight
Apocalypse,

I regret when you said goodbye.
Sukanya Basu Dec 2020
It is made of wood
You bend and pinch
your eyes, your head
Your notes are in the sink.

A sharp pencil, an inkblot
a page, few books maybe
You lie down and draw a face
And rub it off "it's crazy"

And you will grow 60
with your desk
bend your head down
like the rest

So before you do
You need to ask

"Can you fly?"
"I want to fly."
Sukanya Basu Dec 2020
I wish I met you again.
Where the sunlight scorched and my eyes met yours,
It was unknown and new
But my heart had never beaten faster,
A horse pumping his pumping *******,
A stallion!
And the sweat that trickled down my neck
Longing to only make you mine,
All that adrenaline, all that sweat
I wish I met you again,
We could be foolish and dance in the rain,
Or make silly choices and hop on a train;

How I wish,
I met you again.
Sukanya Basu Oct 2020
There is a town sir,
It has grown feeble and old,
It has lanes and dreams
That had liquor in them when it sold;
And a red house
That beats like a hurricane
And a woman with pearl locks
Has the door engraved with her name;

She had left sir,
The house had caught fire
I am in search of a fire marshal,

I am no liar.
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