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Heimliche-Unheimliche

  
Heimliche-Unheimliche

Saronya Mukhopadhyay   

It was draining!
I recognized! It was night that reveals the true essence.
The Doctor said, I was anaemic. My blood did not flow through the apt vessels.
I tried to walk but failed
Tried to write and failed.
My drooping fingers ultimately wanted to draw,
All I can make was the shadow of a face.
A similar countenance that I knew from the nocturnal voice
That run through my artery till date!
A face that would tell me to fight back,
Not to yield, …  nor run… to BE…
A voice, the ups and downs of which I felt in my wilting heart all this time!
A hope that plundered me off my wooing!
A voice that disappeared as and when I could lift my head
A Psyche as I was, I searched desperately for my Eros,
I knew I am unable to draw properly.
I made one final attempt to express the concluding statement.
I drew you with all my blood so much,
That in my veins, all I have now is YOU… throbbing and flowing.