I love thee not but only when
in morning time when daisies sway,
and blackbirds trill and do convey
that dusk turns dawn to strive again;
like fragile boats that go astray
in wild and roaring boundless seas,
bit by bit all unknowingly
to sense thy touch my nerves decay.
I love thee not but all noontide
when hopelessly sunshine I chase,
and go all out yet can’t erase
my timeless angst that burns inside;
from all the ends and every place
thy gentle odours slowly creep,
and seduce me to fall and sleep
remembering thy sweet embrace.
I love thee not but every night
when splintered hopes I blend anew,
and pleasant thoughts all raw and true
do strike my breast to paint and write;
through moon and stars with vivid hues
thy sweet face enhances the sky,
and bit by bit through lows and highs
I better in my dreams love you.
Shayan Das is a young poet and idealist based in Northeast India. He has been writing poems and stories since he was eleven years old and over the years his poetry has appeared on several online poetry platforms, ebooks and anthologies. He chiefly writes for his own pleasures.