Ayan Dasgupta

I see the cats every night
I see them perched up on the wall through the bedside window
Staring at me in silence -
Their eyes flashing in the darkness like small orange buttons
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When you look at me
With those laughing eyes
Seemingly amused at my beguile inanity
I want to look away –
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Want to feel another breath –
Another life?
See, how it feels a lot different.
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We all do it and just like that
It needs no judgment -
Searching for a niche in the dark
And sometimes, during late night
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I read the book and it was a good book
Able to stuff my head with typography

I leafed through those pages in brazen frenzy
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The night is cold and the streets colder
With the heater working
In these coldest months -
It's Christmas Eve.
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And one day when it's time,
They will come for me.
And what shall I do?
Shall I make it difficult?
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Hell breaks loose
At every spark
To garnish souls
With passion dark
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What do mountains say in the middle of the night?
Those shrouded chroniclers of obscurity
With words murmured in cold whispers
Drawn into their stony self?
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The day I start loving you once again
Will be the day you stop thinking of me,
The day you stop uttering my name
In and out of conscience;
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What it takes for a life to possess another?
Benediction? Sympathy? Illusive likeness?

What it takes for a life to possess another?
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Sometimes it matters,
Though mostly it scatters
In bits profane
And amidst the clatter
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Let us not
When the moon's high
And flesh calls to justify
The thought.
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You are so alone
And in fact fact we both are;
Yet the pulsating circle of individuality
Doesn't mean to bring us together -
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Sometimes it comes to me, walking along the sidewalks of Lindsay in lone summer evenings – times that are just for myself - my long felt urge for passionate crimes - nonsensical love to strangers having yellow teeth - the wanton for Isolde to come and a Tristan to emerge out of recognition with all unfathomable desires, unexplained blemishes and invincible perversions of an ultimate lover!

I walk down the choppy streets grazing through those no good shops, the frustrated hawkers masturbating with their bundles in crowded corners
And
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I want to write
But not for those who surround us,
Not for sorcery or miracles larger than life
But for life itself
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I just want to say this to you
It no longer matters how and where –
In the river
On the shore
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The boy enters the school house
And the fox enters the hole,
The owl into the dark night
And unforetold
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My cold flesh creeps
My lone being sways
Sometimes I sit and almost always
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