The sky loses all its colour-
In the leisure of your eyes.
My palm loses track to-
Answer your phone call.
The melody stops when-
Your kisses appear.
The broken tree collects-
And shares the love.
Love clings to the fallen leaves.
Our love drops to the ground.
Only the fingers remain untouched.
The blackspots stain the diary.
The waves of the metamorphoses-
Floats in your blue eyes.
The crisscross of the destruction-
Spreads over the strings-
Of the guitar, out of the blue.
The memories stick to the thorns.
The voice cracks to the last pitch.
The lane drenches-
In the damp of the dark.
This earth is a daredevil, Galib..
I failed to be a part of it.
So is with the innocent lives.
I am longing for you.
Millennium.
I’m in my last move of this battle.
Waiting for you under this dull sky.

Tiyasha Khanra is a poet and author, who lives in Kolkata, India. Previously published on Internation Times, Indian Periodical, Spillwords, Storymirror, The Lakeview Journals and elsewhere.