A Drunken Prayer Of Fondness

A Drunken Prayer Of Fondness

Written by Ayush Banerjee


Smell the dampened earth,

for it recites a tale 

draped in the aroma of wet lemongrass-

her flimsy fingers brushing my uncombed hair

every stroke felt so unforgettable and familiar;

courage never cherished for a humbler birth. 

When she bids me a goodbye,

a flicker of belief

trickles down as hope,

like a tear

from my eye. 

Mauve on those cigarette tips

ocean’s blue kissing the hair,

olive nails, preserving the luscious green;

she reminds me 

of the calmer sunset sky,

her kind-hearted sins

with no regrets

and a drunken prayer of fondness

held in-between my lips. 

When I count her blessings upon me

I find myself in the chilly woods,

stranger to warmth and heat

and if I were to be lost and sick

I’d crawl somehow,

only to catch a glimpse

as her faces sparkles with a glee. 

The chirping of a bird 

and its wings stuck in a net 

built to keep flowers away from the insects,

reminds me of her words, counted

and her voice, bold and husky,

our bitter-sweet mischiefs

choked with despair 

when she bid goodbye-

moments when I crave for her even more

like that lullaby sun in grandeur

by a canary

awaiting to be heard. 

Mauve on those cigarette tips

ocean’s blue kissing the hair,

olive nails, preserving the lucious green;

she reminds me 

of the calmer sunset sky,

her kind-hearted sins

with no regrets

and a drunken prayer of fondness

held in-between my lips. 

She lay her skin on my burning agony

like no other woman would ever touch

I watch her leave me with a fortune,

every time-

the wisdom about my body

and every day passing by

brings her closer 

to the scratches on my skin

and the stains of my mind

all that I’d wished for myself to never see. 

Mauve on those cigarette tips

ocean’s blue kissing the hair,

olive nails, preserving the luscious green;

she reminds me 

of the calmer sunset sky,

her kind-hearted sins

with no regrets

and a drunken prayer of fondness

held in-between my lips. 

I’ve never known recklessness

in the face of a human

and I’ve never felt the price of freedom

to be her gracious skin

that hides not its cuts and scratches,

soft of a mellow brown

and patches of hair around,

makes me sonder upon

humanity’s helplessness. 

Mauve on those cigarette tips

ocean’s blue kissing the hair,

olive nails, preserving the lucious green;

she reminds me 

of the calmer sunset sky,

her kind-hearted sins

with no regrets

and a drunken prayer of fondness

held in-between my lips. 

And in those days

of awkward silences,

waiting for the eyes to blink

and her laughter at my clumsiness,

the mortal right and wrong

shall never be able to hold me back

for I’ve found her daunting love, 

and she’s priceless

to the ordinary chase. 


Ayush Banerjee
Ayush Banerjee

A poetry connoisseur, Ayush writes what he sees, experiences, and believes. 

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