Flights, meetings, hotels
Not necessarily in the same order
Each time I travel on work
Each time I’m a blip on the radar

There are those in-between times
Those pauses, the leisure hours
When I am not swimming in work
And the deadline showers

When wisps of loneliness descend from the heavens
Taking possession of my feelings
Floating in my mind’s dusk
Like feathery snow on a wintry evening

I miss you immensely in these moments
Feeling the trajectory of pain
Splitting my tormented chest apart
Striving for the tears to be reined

I must do what I have to
To continue to retain my peace
With myself as well as with my work
And suffer my heart on a leash

Subir Chakraborty / 27th June 2018