Talking
Though we talk on the phone
So very often
Only phrases of words
We exchange…
For you are so busy
All the time
Being at office
Or at home.
And I keep wondering
About the right time
To call you up
And have a nice talk
To savour the flavour
Of a relaxing conversation
As that of an evening walk.
Yet I Fear -
Of all what has happened
In the past
That you and me
Talking together
For those lingering moments
Have always ended up
Arguing till the very last.
It might happen again
As it is the
Age-old Tussle
Between the mind
And the heart.
You being the ‘mind’ person
And me of a lover’s heart.
And Yet
There is something
In You
That always pulls me through
All the tussles we have,
All the fights we go through
At the end of it all -
I keep coming back to you.
I know you’ll again hurt me
And I may hurt you too
In this ongoing war of words
Where the mind and the heart
Oppose each other -
So vehemently, so very rudely,
So impassionately, so impolitely
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poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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