In The End

By Subhagata Chowdhury

Sensations fleeting away, all that remains is a hand,

Temptations still blinding me, playing tricks on my mind-

You seek the sunlight but in my misfortune I can’t,

After my demise all will be yours, but nothing will be mine.

If the angel’s wings don’t shroud me in a warm embrace

But the raven bearing its talons should come and capture me

In my peril I will neither shriek nor greet it with a pale face

But I will let it pervade my body, and let it enrapture me.

The blank canvas stares at me, waiting for its first stroke

Life should be drawn, but life is images in a strange assortment

I asphyxiate in black, contemplate as I lay down and croak

I dabble my pain brush, and dabble to finish my death portrait.

When the time comes I will disappear, when I have done enough

All hope and light of life did I already vanquish

Leaving my pragmatic self, devoid of any blinding love

Dance to my death…dance to my psalm of anguish.

By Subhagata Chowdhury