The Day I Start Loving You Poem by Ayan Dasgupta

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;
Even unconsciously so
Never consider
Reliving those moments of ours
Lost in between broken dreams...

Behold
And stop recalling my smell -
Not even in afterlife
Not even in those few empty sparks of our memories together

Don’t call upon me in your daily séances -
Communions,
Short lived escapades;
Try not to stir up those scattered bits of mine,
Those, lost within you through time –
Try not to endeavor –
Not to rummage around
Bits and pieces – the debris
Of what we had amassed together

Then only it will slowly start pervading
Into your being
Then only it will call upon the lost charm
Once taken away from you

And then only my dear...
Only then -
The passion in you will build itself
For mine to feed upon;

The carcass will grow in flesh and muscles
Pumping out blood with the vigor of life,
Resealing the skin with the proper blemishes of love
And that will be the day
When I start loving you once again,
The day you stop thinking of me