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
