O love! Thou wicked conjurer
thou hast trickest me again
thou has made my heart burn
by me very hands, in thy illusion.
O cursed be thy soul
for thou makest me revel in dreams , not my own
and makest me
flow like a leaf in the air , tossing me
whichever way thou chooses.
O love! Thou art a villain.
Thou villainous dog
tell me , tell me honestly
Did I ever, ever foul thee?
Hoh! Henceforth I refuse to sing thy praises
and to let my soul dance
to the cadence of thy songs,
for thou art a thief,
thou hast robst me in daylight O lord!
thou hast robst me of my joy
and left me alone in this barren land
sans water, hope , everything.
It is not grief that causeth the trouble
but it is the hope of thy arrival
for I wait and hope and hope and wait
but forget, that thou art treacherous.
Promise me O love! Promise me thou cruel deity
that one day thou willst bless me
bless me with all the joy in my share
bless me by this earth, by this light
Oh! bless me for heaven’s sake
Why? Why O love!
I came to thee with a golden heart
and thou spat on it, relentlessly.
Thou has come to those unworthy of thee
thou has blest those, unaware of thy shine
yet thou always refused to shake me hand
tell me O love! Answer me!
Am I such a damned soul?
O love! Thou art a pest
Thou has spread thy roots deep in my heart
and I know, anon
I will again dance to thy tunes
and sing thy praises like a minstrel
for I am a man; limited
but thou art infinite.
O love! Come! Come!
set me free, let me taste the stars
O love! Teach me thy eternal poem
remind me that it is not betrayal or pain
or suffering or wounds that is thy call
these, the notions of the vain; I care not for
for I know, it is only thou
who gives the courage to fight all fear
and the strength to overcome all sadness.
Come then O love, sweet love
Come, Come in all thy form
O merciful! I beg you
Come in all thy regal splendour
and show all, thy true heart
else may there be a plague
on thy house .
Arijit Roy
(Poem and photograph)
Magicrealistboy 