The Rose, The Violin And You

By Subhagata Chowdhury

The white rose bled deep from its wound

Curled up, hushed- like living in a womb.

Grasping for silence and peace as it dies

Masking the pain with smiles and lies.

The rose in me keeps withering away

Petals fall apart- the white turns gray.

Coercing the petals on, burn away life

The stem has been cleft- ending the strife.

The violin lets out an agonizing shriek

Chords unloved, rise and fall like a freak.

Like a song of a madman listless and wavering

The strings tear off, the bow clamoring.

The wild cacophony torments my soul

Asphyxiating- “It’s beautiful”, I drawl.

The strings finally are all undone now

The bow hair is shredded, breaking the vow.

Your memories still strangle me every night

Still in my heart but gone from my sight.

The world revolves in an obscure monotony

To live or love? Split in a dichotomy.

Heaven knows what I’d give to see you again

Let the world be damned, douse me in pain.

Then I will watch the world burn without you-

Decayed is the rose, broken is the violin and I…lost you!

By Subhagata Chowdhury