Dead Cellphone
Yeah, I think it's a pity I dumped her in the wilderness
Strange things often happen in life, you know
Time and again we met together, talked of common interest
Raised the same slogans (you guessed right,
both of us belonged to the same political outfit)
Until she felt that she had developed a soft corner in her heart for me
At least she suggested something like that
Wasn't it the right time for me to grab the opportunity? Should I
Have looked like a hopeless fool?
Accordingly i made the first move
And the next few months glided by like a quick scroll on the laptop
Together we spent times at riverbanks, at lush restaurants
Leaning against each other's shoulders, watching sunset
Hands touching hands, feet scrubbing feet beneath tables...
She talked of apartments, of good jobs, secured future
Me casting surreptitious glance at passing belles,
Their fuller or underdeveloped busts
She expressed genuine concern whenever I looked glum
I never cared to ask why her visage looked tired
Somehow it didn't click, I don't know why
Perhaps she felt 'too sure', complacent to possess
Life's new treasure
So when on that humid night
After we shared the bachelor bed in her apartment
Leaving her asleep under the silent glare of the ceiling
I came out, and
Dumped my cellphone disdainfully in the first trash-bin.
Copyright © Prasenjit Banerjee | Year Posted 2014
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