A poem by Moniruzzaman Akhand
Rolling a ball
Toward you
Taking a sip or two
Leaning on a pillow
I shook my head
And sigh
I can never be
What you want me to
Be.
Music on the background
A Beethoven
And some giggles
You have been stealing glances
Missing few chances?
No, you never did.
The gazes have always
enervated you, I knew,
Lurking in your world
Moving through lanes
And by-lanes
And yet here I am
with my tea and toast
And the hanging time
Like a ghost haunting me
(Or should I say you?)
Desperately searching for
Words, appropriate moments, motions
And emotions!
Music on the background
A Beethoven
And some giggles
The perfume hangs heavy
The cigar’s melody
Whispers rise; the evening slides
So does the moment
Yet you fail to comment
Each strike of the second
Coils the tongue, eyes
Lose their color
Oh no!
I was wrong
(That is what I was thinking)
Perhaps you were waiting?
A sign, or an indication?
A premonition!
I laughed at the thought.
Music on the background
A Beethoven
And some giggles
Do I care?
Do I care
Even if I lose you
I was never meant to be here
(in the first place)
Nor was I supposed to create this
Moment
I only act by the script
And take my leave, only to
Re-live, re-act the same scene
Until you crumple your self
And throw the silence to
The crisis
And I fade onto your dream
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