The World is Ending

The flowing water from my kitchen tap is drying,

Since you left my home.

But why it feels

My home has left me ?

Can you tell me, please

Are you in grief 

Or now, do you feel free ?

The kitchen and the couch

The sky and the leaves

Turn to crimson hue,

It's been three days and

My shirt still smells of you .

My conscience fights the dilemma…

Is it better to wash the shirt or 

Should I preserve your unseen touch ?

My dried hands reminisce your alluring aura,

But

Your wrath, your bronze bracelet I never admired.

This scar on my arm brings wretched memory,

Should I embrace the pain or cherish its slow recovery ?

For ages you build inside my heart

Castles tall,

In a rhythm of time, why demolished them all ?

'Somebody you love hurts you beyond calculations…'

Someone said and brutally proved,

My heart stands still, yet is intensely moved.

I'm lost in thoughts of cosmos and you.

I'm silent and the Radio talks.

Yes I live in the era of 40s too…

A cursed day today,

They cautioned !

Rain pours in startling uniformity

On mountains and land,

In Illinois and Assam.

But they failed to mention

The pouring tears on my palm.

The mountains maybe murmuring,

Astrologers stunned,

Forests, a little more bend.

Hold your breath !

It's a sign.

The World is about to End !

There you are, driving through the muddy water on highway,

For our last meet, 

The clouds, the birds and rivers together pray.

You like to reread the old books,

But I've torn the flimsy pages that mentioned us.

Will the universe punish me ? 

Or will it adjust ? 

You knock the door that was always open,

You cry, stumble twice.

My scar pains you,

But you gave the same pain and now 

You wish to heal it again …

I'm cruel at times, I changed my way.

Have 11.5 Reasons, Why I No More Love Clay,

the same way…

But I see the strain on your forehead,

Your watery eyes.

I hear the stammer in your words when

You sing for me :

"I hope you know, the world is ending,

Jupiter is no more lovable,

And Earth, no more green.

The Sky sobs on shedding blue,

Maybe it's the last hour,

I hope you know,

I wish to spend it with you… "

You're still singing, pain in your words…

Soon, My home would collapse,

Collapsing the Theorem of Pythagoras.

For the last time, you hold my hands,

And we cried in chorus…

Your Bronze Bracelet falls out of your wrist,

As if it was The Signal.

The flood water enters the room,

Building collapses,

Breaks bird's feather.

Two sobbing poles of cosmos

This time

Drowned Together…