No Respite

Just another ordinary day.

You’re in a land far away.

I wait by the phone

Thinking I might receive a call

But, all I ever hear is the

Distant sound of a squall,

Beating down the window panes.

You chose to move to another shore

Looking for another love.

I sit here patiently, knowing

You will never find another dove.

You walk street after burning street,

Looking for a respite from the memory

Of that kiss that still blazes your lips,

While the ashes whirl up and choke you.

The more you run, the more you’ll be haunted

By the devastation left in your wake.

In the agonised valley where you rally

Between love and hate, the hours and days

Pile up between a rock and a faraway place.

Regret is a very loaded word,

Strongly felt by those who cannot forgive.

In my mind, I called myself to make up

For the call that never came.

The happiness that I have will take

You a lifetime to arrive at.

Keep running my friend,

From yourself till you’re ready

To face the man in the mirror

And accept your share of grace.

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About Amrita Ghosh

About Moi - I like to think I am a simple person while most people tend to disagree. I like lots of things, sometimes quite contrary ones, a
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