Waking up at the mid-night toll
‘Found myself lying on a cold stone floor
With no sheets to shield myself
From this spine chilling bites
Of this ruthless, heartless winter.
I tugged at my legs tightly,
Involuntarily.
But, alas, I’m not able to save myself so!
Guess the chill is somewhere within,
Solidifying each drop of my blood,
And slowly steadily gnawing at my heart
To devour me in totality!
I shut my eyes close and try not to lose hope,
Try desperately to convince myself
That this is not for real –
It’s just my stupid ‘dementorous’ psyche
Playing its nasty tricks on me once again.
Just now, you’ll turn towards me,
And engulf me in your warm embrace.
I’ll wake up to feel your breathe on my skin,
And get back to my beautiful slumber
In the solace of your loving arms!
I wait, I wait, and I wait….
Eagerly anticipating for my moment of comfort to come –
Till I find that I can breathe no more!
By Subrata Deka
