When you lose your poetry to the wind,
it hurts.
Rendered voiceless, you
lie on your bed face down
and let your tears burn holes on the
pillowcase. The unwashed stink sneaks
stealthily and knocks rudely. You hush it
away.
The street lamp stares at you. It doesn’t
know where your poetry is. A single frail
page. GOT watermarked. Blue ink on old
paper. Where’d you go?
Both: This is a simple story
A: As simple stories begin
S: Ours started with a ‘like’
A: The first day that we spoke
His voice reminded me of
Those dusty dog-eared corners
Of my favourite book.
It seemed as if this rusty plummating sound
Was sugar and I, like a lil fat girl, trailed
On for my sweet treats.
He enchanted me.
He took me to my childhood days
Ones I feared, ones I would rather
Not step in. An embrace – of
I’m there with you.
S: My voice…
A: It pulled me in and lullabied me back to sleep
I dont call people at 3 AM but I called
him. Just to say – Happy Birthday!
S: The day we finally met, I did
Not have butterflies. Orange stripes
Blurred the lines. She held my
Hand and hummed to herself.
A quiet girl in her quiet world
And I was happy to be in it.
Both: Long distance takes a toll on you
S: You miss the dates
You miss the hugs
A: You miss everything else.
S: Letters with her scent
And half-pressed lipstick kisses.
A: Postcards with their dutiful stamps
Entrancing me with stories as i
Sit huddled up on breezy nights
Laced in warmth and smoke.
S: Voice dipped in sea, voiceless in sea.
I can close my eyes in a booming bazaar
And still know where she is.
A: I need no saving, but it’s nice
To have someone who imperfectly fits in
That yellow park bench.
Both: Everyone has their own park bench.
S: For me, it started with her smile.
A: It all started with how he looked different in
each and every picture. I was intrigued.
Both: It started when two strangers found each other
over lost topics and chanced upon hope in
twelve days.
Both: So, when love happened to us, we were miles away.
A: Sitting in two separate rooms,
S: clutching two phones unsteadily
A: “You’re serious about me, right?”
S: “…yeah.”
P.S. – Recently, Sourjya and I performed ‘Our Story’ at Papercup’s Poetry Slam 0.5. Above, quite obviously, ‘A’ stands for me and ‘S’ for Sourjya. This is a true story and we tried to keep the poem as neatly placed on facts as possible. Hope you guys like it.
P.P.S. – Video link is in the previous post. 🙂
Hi everyone!
Recently, Papercup held its Poetry Slam 0.5 at Oxford bookstore and me and Sourjya decided to participate. This is my second time slamming and Sourjya’s first. Hope you guys like it. 🙂
Love, Antara.
( https://antarachakraborty.wordpress.com/2016/06/25/our-story/ )
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