The lover & the beloved

The lover & the beloved

Like the glass of an old lantern

The heart is all charred.

The wick fears the dark.

Oil shines.

I've known a lover is always accused of something!

Never free.

There's always some reason to remain indebted to the beloved.

The beloved is one up.

Forever.

The scores never equal.

The flow continues.

The fire burns.

Lovers we remain.

A beloved only sometimes.

Sayan Chakravarty

Shillong, November 2005