YOU OF ME

When you finally let the dust settle
Over our stark, barren past
I hope you breathe love again
When gloomy rivers tell you tales
And the night sky finally wakes up
I hope it reminds you of me


When you pull on your fine sweater

To shelter from the intolerant cold
I hope you find warmth again
When the mist sets up home
And every strand of wool whispers
I hope it reminds you of me


When you see the sun rising outside

Over the indistinct paths of freedom
I hope you find guilt again
When each ray hits your skin
And all you want is a hand to hold
I hope it reminds you of me


When you walk down the street

Cascading iniquity and desire
I hope you find strength again
When these winds blow over your eyes
Tousle them and kiss your face
I hope it reminds you of me


When you touch your lover’s fingertips

And promise him of things immature
I hope he looks into your eyes
When he says things that I did too
And you fall asleep in his arms
I hope you don’t start loathing me


When you run down the alleys of our past

Visiting memories you shouldn’t have
I hope you stop by for a minute
When you’ve spoken to them
And they have begged your forgiveness
I hope you’re finally set free.

 



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Mohul Bhowmick

Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.


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