Bleeding Youth

The midnight coffee beans always remind me of her-
the desk lamp the open laptop the half open window,
the curtains dance softly in wind.
I stare at the cold moon on the white empty bed
and the chair just beside
a room with a resemblance of the one
where Van Gogh stayed and painted in Arles
before one day he killed himself.
I see my half vanished face in darkness,
I laugh to the image and nod my head.
The bleeding youth remembers
the kiss that is still left on the lips.

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Subhadip Majumdar

Subhadip Majumdar is a writer poet from India. He is certified in Creative Writing from University of Iowa. He also edited for a long time a reputed Bengali poetry journal. Wrote a short novel as Tumbleweed writer in Shakespeare and Company, Paris. Stories and Poems published all around the world. Two poetry books published and one novel in process of publication.


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