Fallin’ in Love

By Akansha Bhattacharjee

At distance lies a sea,

So poetic, milky and frothy. 

At a farther land you stand, 

Tall, smiling like it's your last. 

I see you, 

Surfing in crowds of faces. 

A deafening pour of confetti 

As I commence, forward. 

How can I ever be mad? 

The gentle repercussions of fallin’ in love.

It's all mine to behold. 

“I am trying my best, I promise God!

Trust me, just once, I am”

A bark of laugh, 

Again, I am alone. 

Back in the room of red pain,

Red that mars you; 

Red that bleeds;

Red on my tippy toes, 

Red that feeds,

On the insatiable hunger of your veins.

“Aphrodite!” 

Your drug is now my salvation. 

“Poison me!”

A face out of the dark depths,

In my room of red pain glows. 

Horns on fire, 

Dung beetles and scarabs, 

Like I've read about. 

Nemesis, 

Come, touch me now. 

Hell Gate of lies, 

All those promises, 

“I swear, I didn't trust them like before”

“But you did, 

Fall in love” 

Heavy breaths, laden chests,

Dying breast, 

“Come hither” She says. 

“Under my Veil tonight”

He stands there, all alone,

Rueful eyes, the same as my room of red pain.

“Will you run now?”

I say “Y..es”

I am uncertain, 

You gather me on your fingertips,

A violation so sweet, so longing,

I am melting, 

The number of petals now losing, 

I have forgotten my numbers. 

All I know is hundred and zero. 

Looping like an eight, between me and you. 

“Can you?”

“What?” 

Tender eyes, tender voice, 

Just so wet, my pages could melt,

“Stop! I am tearing” 

“Where?”

“Look, Look here, look at me!”

 My words are hazy,

Lost in your drenching, down pouring atmosphere. 

Look at me evaporating,

Quickly now, to Hell. 

One more dream, I could tell,

“He was running to me, 

I swear!”

But the Monster in my room of red pain,

Don't trust me anymore.

“You! Let us grow and leave us alone!”

True, all I can do is drown in my woe. 

“But that is how you write your songs!”

Beseech I do, shoes undone. 

“Yes, is that why? 

Everyone leaves me alone” 

Quick flickers of wooden embers

I am back in my home.

Now I know, 

The endless cycles of you.

Quitting, leaving, killing and Mercy.

All images lost, 

A thousand miles across,

The devilish horns grow. 

“Are you ready?”

I forgot to pounce, my pen, my sword.

I will scratch your back, 

I will hunt you down, 

Prolific concussion of hearts. 

On a plane so out of knowledge,

One heart's wisdom holds the other hostage.

Madness, lightning all over my body,

Liquids of feelings flooding,

I lie in my chamber filled with pains colored red.

Awaiting your touch.

Your wide chest engulfing me, 

Trance-like, I dance to your choreography. 

I would rest every night in my room of red,

I would envision your visage in every bloom,

Before I am sent back to the Hell Gates,

“You would show your nastiness, 

Wouldn't you?

Tires screeching over my velvet blood” 

I fret, that if not, I might die,

From fallin’ in love.

By Akansha Bhattacharjee