Forsaken Poem by Aloke Mukherjee

You were my starry night, darling- glittering with a smile.

A wind blowing from south sighing behind the screen,

It was quivering for your debut, I wonder at the apocalypse-

of your presence, fragrance of your body, odor of your soul.

You were more than you, dear, you were the eventide, you were the soul.


You will be the little girl when I would be the old- Someone would be

playing the Raga Iman on Sitar in the night before, the tunes

playing with her tresses, transcendent soul of music floating

on the sky, a cloud and moon composing moonlight sonata- immortal

love of yore, dusk to dawn, Iman would be wailing for the forsaken dream

of foregone years of love and unlove to make a piece whole.


You were here, my love, bathing in the sun, your body, curves of your desire,

contours of the urge, depths of black, a memory of a stance flushing me with a yearning;

You were here, my flame, but you were too far, I could not reach you with my hands.

A brackish sea of tears between us, I had to cross thousands of miles before I reach.


You were my starry night, darling- glittering with a smile.

A wind blowing from south sighing behind the screen,

It was quivering for your debut, I wonder at the apocalypse-

of your presence, fragrance of your body, odor of your soul.

You were more than you, dear, you were the eventide, you were the soul.


You will be the little girl when I would be the old- Someone would be

playing the Raga Iman on Sitar in the night before, the tunes

playing with her tresses, transcendent soul of music floating

on the sky, a cloud and moon composing moonlight sonata- immortal

love of yore, dusk to dawn, Iman would be wailing for the forsaken dream

of foregone years of love and unlove to make a piece whole.


You were here, my love, bathing in the sun, your body, curves of your desire,

contours of the urge, depths of black, a memory of a stance flushing me with a yearning;

You were here, my flame, but you were too far, I could not reach you with my hands.

A brackish sea of tears between us, I had to cross thousands of miles before I reach.