Aparajita Bhattacharya

Aparajita Bhattacharya Mar 2013

I often hope
That your tenderness
Means more
Than just an action
Borne of your compassion.
Sometimes you smile
At me

And I forgot
What I was going to say
Next.

Aparajita Bhattacharya Mar 2013

How Do I Define Something So Strange?

I often talk to myself,
In the hope that
One day
I will come to my senses.

Aparajita Bhattacharya Mar 2013

Lust, Unrequited

End
His heart,
Gracefully
Beating,
Hastily
Retreating.
She laughs.
And I stare.
Hello, mourning.

Aparajita Bhattacharya Mar 2013

Reoccuring

Spinning
Around
and
Around.
Over
and
Over
and
Over
and
Over
Again.
"Heaven's
Waiting
for
Her,"
He
Said.
It will happen
Again.
He told me that,
yesterday.
It's
Reoccuring.

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