I am going to die a slow death
poisoned by the dreams
I have nurtured 
in the womb of my heart
but couldn’t give birth to…

Of love that I have longed for
that has mournfully bred 
and filled every pore of my skin
of that nameless face for which 
my soul has filtered crowds…

I am going to die of the poignancy
that has clogged my brain
of the bittersweet melancholy
that I have had for company
for all these years
all these hopeless years…


Asha Seth