I fumbled,
I could only remember yours.
I search the mirror everyday,
For a glimpse of myself,
To find your face twinkling,
In my tired eyes.
At the end of the day,
When I set out for home,
I often find myself
Beneath that gulmohar tree,
Mocking me with it's fiery red,
As it gently touches your window sill.
I try to relive all those days,
Spent with you,
In love,
In a daze,
But alas,
Where are they?
I stand knee deep here today,
Drowning,
Inch by inch,
Beyond rescue,
In a lifetime of hurt,
And in you.
© 2009 Rituparna Das
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