In Love With Myself

by Kingshuk Chakraborty

In which chemistry and when,

That I felt the thirst for one's

Shot, a tongue of flame.

With her in that festive fire

I burned,

I could have been burnt

Had she come!

What I called Love,

Heart glows, there is neon sign,

Remained more often

Like an island,

Isolated

Deep beneath the flesh and skin!

Pain surfaces in broken waves

As the festivity ends

Though the moment of fervidity

With time

Descends.

I never moved away

From myself,

Tied

With my needs and desires.

After a monsoon

Wiping another pale autumn

Who I find at the flame of forest

Is me,

In love with myself

Once again.

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