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Orchid Girl
I saw bouquets of your favorite orchids-
In my blackhole like memory wounds.
You aren't here in touching distance of my tired skin---
As you used to be my purple violin!
Now the sky we drew blue together
Is left alone,
Without flesh and blood,it's only bones!
Thirst is deeply carved in its veins---
Overflow of caffeine.
Sleepless nights search that purple patch
In its ambiguous murky scales!
But orchids don't grow nowadays
Thick skinned algae,
spreading wings-
Bedsheets and pillows
Witnessesing a mordant barren phase.
It's also utterly painful to erase
those floral springs-
Kites without any strings.
Pink scratches of your nails keep reoccurring!
Again and again.
Walking with rain,in a circling strain.
© Subhajit
In my blackhole like memory wounds.
You aren't here in touching distance of my tired skin---
As you used to be my purple violin!
Now the sky we drew blue together
Is left alone,
Without flesh and blood,it's only bones!
Thirst is deeply carved in its veins---
Overflow of caffeine.
Sleepless nights search that purple patch
In its ambiguous murky scales!
But orchids don't grow nowadays
Thick skinned algae,
spreading wings-
Bedsheets and pillows
Witnessesing a mordant barren phase.
It's also utterly painful to erase
those floral springs-
Kites without any strings.
Pink scratches of your nails keep reoccurring!
Again and again.
Walking with rain,in a circling strain.
© Subhajit
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