a poem by Jayati Chowdhury

Melancholic eyes
A solitary reflection
Colorless mind
Life’s lost appeal

No respite
From muddled conditions
Abandoned mind
Translating all errors

Tormenting nights
Hoax of pleasure
Clayed ecstasy
Pottered by torture

Goaded to
A vicious circle
Loneliness now
Is an obsession

Delicate feelings
Faith in bond
Crumple like
A house of cards

Soulful moan
Comprehend my distress
Restore me
With your love