Sugar, Salt and Chillies

by Kingshuk Chakraborty

If the scars recall the aches

And ember turns to fire,

The lingering pain of wounds

Those refuse to heal

Just sleep for a while

To get awakened by the mildest touch,

Then I wouldn’t like to look back

The path,

That still smells of blood

Of broken heart,

Has dry leaves but no flowers,

Dust but no dewdrops,

Darkness but no lights.

Let me bury it

At the farthest corner of my heart

And move on.

Time bites out of my life;

Before it eats me off,

Let me savor

A bit more of chillies, salt and sugar,

Before I die,

Let me have the rest of my pie.

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