And my sailboat of love, fighting the winds
Has crashed against the rocks of reality
Let’s call it quits, let us fall out of love.
I do not want to look at the vast world
Only through your dark eyes any longer;
I do not want to feel overwhelmed
Just holding your small hands in mine;
In the waters of my mind you have put
A sadness for as long as we may live;
Love should not be so strong that its absence
Stills the heart or tears the soul apart.
I want to know easy forgetfulness.
I shall do away with this dark passion
That like a knife, when I speak to you,
Buries itself in me, up to the hilt;
The next time I fall in love, if I do,
I shall talk to her of the smallest things.
Over a coffee, instead of heartaches
We shall laugh at each other’s silly jokes.
The world is too vast and complex
And all I need is someone two feet away
Finding something to talk and laugh about
Without worrying about right impressions;
If my hand shall tremble holding her hands
It shall tremble with a human trembling.
If I must knock on doors of pain again
It mustn’t be love, for there’s suffering enough.
When she asks me if I have made some plans
I will say yes: to read and drink and travel
For the remainder of my given years;
She will know I meant all of them with her.
Diptesh Ghosh
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