Now you're dead and gone.

Love bites

"It would be easy

Berry picking like,

I know you think.

To own me,

With you flair,

The same effortlessness

With which you once 

Disowned me.

For all such times

When I sizzles in your arms

Red Chilli on hot mustard oil,

I gave you flavourful,

Burning myself down.

You separated the torment, 

Knowing it's destiny,

Down in the bin. 

But here it rises,

Does that hurt you?

The burning red wound?

Not yet?

Good.

It decided to let you go,

No, not because it cannot, 

I cannot.

But I know, 

It's not worth. 

Your pain.

You are a destitute,

A lonely tree,

In your palatial backyard.

You could not house

My blooming births.

And on an other day, 

When your are disowned

Someone else,

I wish her the strength 

Of dries chillies, 

And buried flowers,

To burn you down."

-Kuntala Sengupta 

Kuntala sengupta ia involved in Writing Services, Learning & Teaching. She is young and interested in cinemas, daydreaming and Men's grand slams.

The poem "Love bites" is inclusive of an extended metaphor which compares nature with the poetic persona's act of disowning her. The poem is inclusive of short sentences which creates an overwhelming effect as the sentences can be read quickly. Moreover, the poem is of free flowing verse and continues with a first person narrative throughout.

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