The struggle

God knows I have tried hard,
To muffle the love songs
That the crickets sang,
Coming in millions and in throngs.

God knows I have tried hard,
To wipe the smile off the yellow moon,
Oh how it had cast a black magic,
And simply made the two of us swoon.

God knows I have tried hard,
With my silence, to drown your words,
They sliced through me all night long,
Like sharp tiny swords.

God knows I have tried hard,
To smother the raging fire,
I have seen your eyes burn with it,
Fanning in me a passion dire.

God knows I have tried hard,
To kill the love that turned me mad.
But alas...

The crickets still sing on,
The moon still smiles it's spell,
Your words still make me bleed,
Your look still turns me pale.

God knows I have tried hard,
For all these lost and past days,
To fade that silver first night,
With heavy shades of mundane grays.
© 2009 Rituparna Das