Don't ring a bell
If you can't follow it up with silence,
In the city
Memories scatter themselves in harmony
Like the fallen leaves of an ancient tree,
Why ancient? You may ask,
Measuring your stupidity with canonical rites of new year wishes,
Looking inside I find a deep tunnel,
Slender for the ants to make way
Downwards,
Towards history -
Don't ring a bell, stranger.
On the banks of resurrection
Slow steps hide the uncertain aloofness of primitive desires,
Winter evades the choosy enchantresses faking rainbows,
A sea of rising water drowns gifts of a birthday party
Till the young footprints of children are all lost,
Seldom can you find shells on shores anymore,
Black-and-white dreams adorn
The muted celebrations of dwarf yearnings,
Don't ring a bell yet,
We are preparing silence with the tinsels of wait.
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Amitava
Nag resides in Kolkata and wishes to engage
in writing in order to know life better.