Treasure Island

Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

Shadows


My silent tears
my depressions
my implosive dreams

I'm leaving behind with you.

My love is all drained
to start anew!

My trust
my faith
relics of love

I'm leaving behind on your door.

My love is too dug out
to start any more!

love is too dug out
love is too drained
heart is too empty
to start once again!

My caring eyes
pairing hopes
lost sunrise

I'm leaving behind with you.

My love is all spent
to start anew!

love is too spent
stuck in moments
sunk in lament
to start once again!

Submitted: Saturday, December 28, 2013
Edited: Saturday, December 28, 2013

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  • Valsa George (12/28/2013 10:05:00 AM)

    Drained out to fill your heart anew to the brim with love just as we clean up the dregs left in a used bottle! Great write! ! (Report) Reply

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