Anrin & I

TO IRIS

where did we part,my beloved of the east

upon some moss ridden rock does our sepulchre lie

where for once did our love strain and heave

to fall anew,a martyr,

a stranger to our creed less divine;

and the lunatic rain caressed my bleeding being

every leaf did mock my burning soul

until the darkest abyss from beyond did grow

to engulf my sordid soul from within;

and in death did i seek a morbid friend

the clamorous world now a dreaded foe

for men and beast alike did seem

scars upon HIS divine embroidery;

till upon a stranger land

i saw an iris smile at me

lone was she so i sat for long

and there ne'er we spoke for once and still

i knew her of her own free will

and i loved her more than i ever could love

and she loved me till she could love no more

and in a frenzy of passion did i pluck her out

and took her to my humble home

there she wilted under my loving gaze

as in brazen sounds did we serenade

our love through the silent night

till she could sing no more,

and fell upon my arms dead

so no love ever i lost but two

and in HIS altar did i pray

he forgave for the one before

but not for the one i lost that day

for i had killed his heavenly child.....

~ by Anrin Chakraborti

With Anrin I have walked a path

so long that now I fail to recall

when and where it was formed from two

and yet has seemed to be one all along

Often as my musings bring back

dust left behind an hour so fateful

they all seem alike, red  blue or yellow

in the shadow of a night that had prevailed till then

We have been lovers at the altar of art

and friends of a kind only we know of

with poems and songs that live in us

being cohorts of a dream I dare speak not

My prose of quartets fumbles in the end

To speak of what love we have shared

in evenings that have fallen from grace

and mornings of a certain sunny despair......