Till Life Do Us Part

Till life do us part

Sorry Mr. Shakespeare….this is my story and I will tell it my way

the curtains are still…no air no breeze
its quiet all around
inside I mean

outside…is an explosion

screams, whispers, laughter and sobs
so many people
so many voices
they all talk

never listen…just talk

so many faces…lost
not in the crowd
but within….each one of them
scared and lost

don’t know where they come from
don’t know where to go
they just walk and talk and keep walking
till feet carry them no more

crackers, guns, rockets and bombs
cars, bikes, big planes….
scared

I stand here at the window
thinking….Remembering

it seems like yesterday
that I looked at you
that I just looked at you and sighed

all the chill gone out
warmth settled in
like a large rum on a November night
a big confession for a small sin

your eyes…oh those calm, quiet, whispering lakes
of warmth, love
those eyes…they haunt me still
your care, your love, your concern
still remember those nights of crooning
of loving….of playing dead to the whole world

the curtains are still…no air no breeze
its quiet all around…inside I mean

that soft touch of yours
told me…you were there…always
never let me be alone

those nights are playing again….
when you held me tight
you knew I was scared…you knew I needed you
you just knew…

it was fun...
by the river, on the beach
on that cliff….to be with you
to know you are there…always

we were happy…were....

the curtains are still…no air no breeze
its quiet all around…so very quiet

there you are…was looking for you
you look beautiful
serene and calm and beautiful
the sunlight softly caressing you hair
the light playing a kaleidoscope on your lips

you look beautiful when you sleep
I told you this a million times…I wish I hadn’t

the curtains are still…no air no breeze
its quiet all around…too quiet

want you to wake up now
want you to smile at me…
the way you did every morning
like the winter dew….fresh and lovely

want you to pull me, to hold me…
want you to tell me…that you love me
in that deep husky voice
want you to know I am there…always
want to hold you close to my heart
to hear your heart beat a million times…to listen to your breath
to wish we would define eternity this very moment

you are asleep…deep asleep
I know you wont wake up…even if I called you
I know you want to…I know you cant

I feel you every moment I stand here
I feel your pain
you want to come to me…I know
you want me to be with you…in eternal peace
you want to...you cant…I know

I am not crying…you would not like it…I know
not that I want to…
why should I?
you haven’t gone away…you are just there
across the door…waiting for me…as always

don’t worry…
listen....I said don’t worry…I love you
won’t let you go alone
I know your pain and your yearnings….I know…I am here now
it will be ok
it will be all over very soon…I know...for a new beginning

don’t you lose hope…I am here now
I come now… to you my love
to make you mine…forever

noting can take you away from me
no rain, no thunder, no storm
no man, no beast, nothing

let us go now my love
to make a new world, to fall in love…all over again
to see the flowers and the butterflies…to fly
let us go now darling….let us start
we will always be together now…nothing can take you away now

we will always be together now....till life do us part

..........

Abhijeet Basu

15th December 2006

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The Zombie Soldier

he stood there…alone…tired
his breath heavy, his shoulders burning
the sword lay flat on the ground…the crimson ground

he looked around…for the first time in days
he looked around…when all was over

has saw faces
innocent, precarious, troublesome, bloody faces
he knew those people…or so he had thought

he had walked with them
taught them how to hold the sword
how to kill a man and how to survive
he had learnt from them….

he had lived their dreams
their aspirations
their pain
their agony
their newborns and their deaths
their fear and their jokes
he knew those people…or so he had thought

they were all over…
moaning, crying, writhing with pain…
the pain he had given…the pain they had deserved
the pain that sounded so good….when he had fought them…on this ground…the now crimson ground

he knew their kids…their wives...their homes
their generals were his best friends…or so he had thought
he knew these people….or probably not

they were evil…yes evil and sinister
they were here…they had the sword
they drew the first blood…
to make him repent for what he did
to make him say sorry for loving them…

here he was…surrounded
by them that he loved
by them he would die for
by them who he thought would die…for him
he knew these people…or so he had thought
now it was all over….they deserved what they got…
all was gone
the pain, the agony…all over
the screams turned into moans
and the moans died down….fading into the tequila sun…

he looked away…couldn’t see it anymore
he had given them pain…he liked the feeling…hated his own being
the people he used to call friends…he had killed them himself
he had made sure…that no one returns…
not afraid…worried that he might have to hurt them again

took the step forward and felt them all die….
he walked on the slush
of sweat, blood and gore…of his own men…his lieutenants, his sepoys…his men

there were tears…he could not believe it…in his eyes
his heart was full of pain
the pain of his own…the pain he had given them

he wanted to end it all
he wanted to go back…
he wanted to hold them all..to make them rest in his lap
to protect them from the hyenas…from the people…
from the world…

he never stopped
he heard someone call his name….but he never stopped
he could not…he would not

before he killed them all….he had killed someone else
he had killed himself
he had killed his sympathy
decapitated his love
gored his passion and mauled his care….he was a zombie now…

he did not go back
not again…not another Julius
not another pang of trust, of faith…he was dead now…a zombie…
no more…not again….no et tu Brute…not for him

he walked tall and proud
blood and sweat…he walked…tired yes….but a victor
no one will know the general now…he had killed him
he will walk now…with pride….with stealth…with just himself
The Zombie Soldier….will walk now


Abhijeet Basu
5th December 2006