Debasis Mukhopadhyay

From My Window

by Debasis Mukhopadhyay

I wanted to catch your eye. I bought you a horse called Cinnamon. You smiled. From my window, I imagined you only felt free when you rode that beast. That said, you had to grab a crop of loneliness. All in a daze, Cinnamon never understood what was at the end of your smile.

I wanted to make you mine in the world of feelings. I fed hysteria to my words and showered upon you. You shivered. From my window, I imagined your map of feelings could not see the boundaries of the castle that my words let rise inside your head. That said, you had to give yourself some lonely room in that castle. All high on their spell, my words never understood at the end what made you close your eyes.

I wanted to forget you princess mine. I unraveled the seam and the wild poppies afloat in my eyes bled to death. You looked into my eyes. From my window, I watched your body of dust becoming a body of poetry as my past wrote my present. That said, you had to realize how separate I was from you when I used to imagine you from my window. All in a daze, you never understood what was at the end of my retreat.

Debasis Mukhopadhyay is a poet from Montreal, Canada. His recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in Snapping Twig, Eunoia Review, Yellow Chair Review, With Painted Words, Silver Birch Press, Of/With, Fragments of Chiaroscuro, I am not a silent poet, The Bitchin' Kitsch, and elsewhere. Find him here.