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There is a silence
So calm, so peaceful, so numb..

There is a silence
Emanating from my body, succumb..

There is a silence
Voices and noises blur around me..

There is a silence
Now I don't even feel my knee..

There is a silence
I created it, so proud..

There is a silence
You are listening to my mind which cannot talk aloud..
To me, from me.
I write my sadness
   To help explain

Without pen and paper
   It's just a stain
I just want to be the little secret
That never makes into your words,
But fills up your mind.
I used to see you every day
But I never knew your name
I always feared that one day you would get away
And nothing would ever be the same
Till I stumbled upon your name
In that receipt you stuck in my hand
Now at least I have your name
Even though you got away
I still write you love letters every day
Even if they are never read
They would still be yours to keep
Because all my love for you
Could write a long long book
And on the cover of it
Written in my heart and soul
Would be your name
I am the moon child that roams free
Senselessly in the starless nights
While you are all that's Earthly
Only occasionally glance up at the sky
Still, I love you,
And would rather be the dust floating in the silvery moonlight,
Just to be close to you.
~for Pradip~

these words,
a blessing bestowed
upon me, by you,
about us

say kiss me write love me
for all the contextual hints that lie
within and between them ~
"gloriously adhesive"

a monument to our five years
of living together,
the friction of our grip upon each other,
under one roof, in a land of
no matter
what the language,
what the alphabet,
we are the prime,
a living example,
of the human~poem,


our glorious adhesion!




<•>
from only love poetry,
I rename you here,
only love Pradip

8/25/17
6:40PM
Pradip Chattopadhyay ›
whisper me a title (you, the acquired taste):

Acquired taste,
for a habit sweetly indulgent,
gloriously adhesive.

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She has smiley fiercesome eyes
She could melt any walls with it.
Her smile has eyes of its own
It flashes like neon and cinders.

From a dense crowed
The aura of her presence could be read.
A silence of her Loud!
In the pureness of Oneliness her soul is lead.

There was a change;
of weather it seemed and a dull reigned
Her face was drained;
Of life and the blossoming therein slewed

Oh if only one could mop
This dew of sadness now rested on Her.
Using an elixir of hope
Maybe her smile will be reborn...Alas!
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