Aide-memoire

-Parijat Saha

Burnt pages and barren heart

whisper memories of forlorn nights and soaked pillows,

muffled screams tearing into damp nights

trying to hold on to that one thread spiralling

into a multiverse of drowsy days painting

a rainbow in a rather grayish canvas of l-o-v-e

tickling you with thorns of wilted roses

and obscure promises of evermore,

autumnal desire burns into you, teasing you

with cherry kisses and cold embrace

leisurely poisoning you with promises of spring,

but glitches are elusive to the blind, isn't it?

you knew flames erupt when worlds collide,

you knew pain as if you birthed it,

but you were a traveller amidst the cosmos,

a drunken nomad in pursuit of h-o-m-e

so much so that you glimpsed over the fissure

seeping into what you called "Paradise"

and now it lies in the corner like a faulty transmitter waiting

to be thrown out but never able to,

a remembrance of the fallacy you once fell for,

the thread coiling around you like the curls

of the lady sitting across from you,

her eyes swirling with flashes of your youth,

a sculpture of past,

an aide-memoire of eternity.