Love Letters

That white sheet with green floral print

We spent the cool summer nights on

Still carries the stains of our communion.

The autumn leaves have fallen

I stand perched upon them–  

Yellow leaves– 

Under the semi naked tree

With your letters.

The slogans in the streets do not affect me

Nor do the cries of the starved

I’m nobody

Mannequins in the shop stare at me

With their dead eyes.

Mocking me, they strip me naked.

I try to hide my ugliness;

I’m ashamed.

These letters are the fictional half of my life

The other half is the reality–

Hideous as the shrunken penis after orgasm.

The memories of the past haunt me.

Of the times we were together

Rebellious, non-believers,

We believed in words

How ignorant we were!

My mind can’t stop thinking

Just like a clock that keeps ticking

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-

As you lay naked in my bed

The first rays of morning light

Fell upon your breast

As it rose and fell

With every breath you took.

Now you gone I read those letters

Again and again trying to figure out

What went wrong

The world we fought against so hard

Has engulfed you in it

And now you’ve become a part of it

You are just chasing your dreams you say

While I stand naked in the sun robbed of mine.

published in madswirl.com on 15th November 2011

Prashant Das loves expressing his feelings on his writing mostly on his poems that takes you more deeper to yourself