a walk by a volcano

A Walk By A Volcano

Remember how we stood by the volcano,
And made promises to us.
Remember how we held our hands,
And wept silently , muted by eruptions
All around us , and over us too,
Engulfing our bodies;we felt the heat;
It burnt our skins, scarecrows aching with the desire-
To die once more , hand in hand;
To weep once more , and feel the heat;
To love once more , before we perished;
To return once more , before we could
Rest forever , and feel the peace,
Of heated splinters , piercing our soul.

SHE

She's stopped dreaming nowadays,
Coz she 's tasted her salty tears.
She's stopped laughing as well,
For nothing awakens her soul,
Or stirs the bottom of her heart-
Where serious thoughts have made a place.

Some letters are kept in her cupboard,
Some that have the same address....
Lost somewhere in her sub-conscious mind.
Some,her own letters;
The girl wanted to fly.

Coz the link of thoughts
That filled up her walls,
Is lost in some dark night....
The letters her wings,
The girl wanted to fly.

But time,ruthless time....
Has changed her so
As to become a lady-
Another face in a mass
Of faces,burnt with acid:
Her specs dont serve
To hide her tears.

The clock is ticking,
The life so dead-
With pace-makers;
Forcing her to live.
But the girl in her
Still wishes to fly
When she looks at dusks,
Out of her concrete window.
A window that shows
The heart of a man,
The man in her life-
So dead by now.

-Argha Sen