Tulip

By Arpan Nandi

Midnight,

Stupefying lights,

A drowsy cafe,

A corner couch,

A drowsy me,

And a tulip in my tea.

Frantic shivers

Lunatic stares

A rest of the head

A feel near to dead

Entwining several neurons,

Or bugs consuming my thoughts.

A hundred thousand threats

A thousand chasing eyes

Erase the cloud before it rains

Rescue the tulip in my brains

A tangled tongue

Few hundred unsaid monologues in my mind

A couple of songs

And one last poem.

A paralyzed half,

Experience to have a body,

And not the control over it.

Having to carry the mass,

And not the worth of it.

Destined to carry the plant,

and not a tulip on it..

But, never mind.

I paid all my debts,

through stories and love

Just before I leave, loosen my tongue

And before it’s too late to hear

Tuck a tulip on my ear.

By Arpan Nandi