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Rusa Bhowmik

Second Chance

The heart being broken feeling bereft. Whisking in sudden, thinking hope still left.
Musing if it will be sober, this time better
Jettisoning the bygones, bidding to start over.
Crediting the 'second chance'
Asked again for once.
Believing in ‘true love’ notion
Latching the buoy in squally ocean
Entreating in fervour, dealing with mettle
Starting again in vigour, hoping to settle.
Graying, facing hurdles with age
Hoping to be saved from ravage.
But it’s the same, replies curt;
Being lame, getting hurt.
The first time was to impress,
Moments in orgasm
Feeling up the chasm
With poetry, songs and romance
In overdose
It was all verbose.
Now in the second chance

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Second Chance

The heart being broken feeling bereft. Whisking in sudden, thinking hope still left.
Musing if it will be sober, this time better
Jettisoning the bygones, bidding to start over.
Crediting the 'second chance'
Asked again for once.
Believing in ‘true love’ notion
Latching the buoy in squally ocean
Entreating in fervour, dealing with mettle
Starting again in vigour, hoping to settle.
Graying, facing hurdles with age
Hoping to be saved from ravage.
But it’s the same, replies curt;
Being lame, getting hurt.
The first time was to impress,
Moments in orgasm
Feeling up the chasm
With poetry, songs and romance
In overdose
It was all verbose.
Now in the second chance

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Dear Prufrock

It’s meaningless they say
To not know the real.
Perpetually I have known
Erring on for unknown men –
Tinting light from shadows
In woes of day and night.
No rule to be; seek denial
The only way to wait and fall.
I dropped the teaspoon with a clang
Stopped measuring for all.
The lovers come and go,
Leaving memories to sow.
Grieving to live in fail
Hoping wrong to be well;
Forgetting the same old,
The very sane few –
Mattering the vague and obtuse
Crying in pain, misery and abuse.
The forgiveness forsaken in me;
The love knows no more.

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