By Subham Acharya
Her,
Remember the time when we were
vacationing in Srinagar, after our final year University exams? When, after we boated around the Dal Lake, had we decided to stroll around the park of Zabarwan, Springtime hues, and we had found the park blooming with life and with love,
Springtime hues, and we were happy and we were so young, And the allergies from the pollen didn't bother me, I was carefree, having passed a Levocetrizine down my throat,
And the worries from life didn't
bother me either, for I was carefree, everytime the thought of you passed my mind,
And we wandered around, having found a meadow of white puffs skittered across the greeny grass, Having found a meadow of dandelions, about to pollinate, from flowers yellow in full bloom, Hands in gloves, and your hands over mine, we sat on a fallen log, Sitting together, with a billion
brilliant beautiful plans for a future, together,
And even though you had said it a million times, the beauty of your words never faded away,
And my mind flashes back to that
day again, when you said "I Love You" once again,
When we were alone, in a meadow
of dandelions,
And I wished, the vermillion on my forehead,to be in your name.
And see me today, I never hoped you to see me in this pain that I am today,
Stage Four Breast Cancer, I hope nobody feels the pain that I do feel today,
Monsoon mood, I miss the rains and how much I used to dance in them,
then,
Monsoon mood, why does now the
black clouds hover around, Why does it always rain on me? They put me up on some drugs, I know they are to just take away the pain,
And all the "get well soon"
messages, I know they are just to make me brave,
Hands withered, with a cannula in my vein, I feel you gripping my hand tightly, as if I'll slip away now, Don't worry Babe, I still have a couple of months in this world, before I do slip away,
And even though you have said it a million times, the words now seem to haunt me,
And although it's something crave, I
wished you never said "I Love You ", for now your heart does break, I wistfully wish had my henna stained hands someday had your
name,
When we were alone, in a meadow of dandelions,
For I had wished, the vermillion on my forehead,to be in your name.
Him,
Remember the time when we first met at Sambalpur's railway station, after our first year university exams? When, I was just sitting there on that bench near the trash bins, sitting all alone, and you were with Pramila, Frosty Winter, and in that buzzing
crowd, I just felt all alone and nowhere to now go,
Frosty Winter, and I learnt that my sister had passed away the night before,
And the Celexa pills didn't do jack but made me sleep,
And yet so tired I was, for the sleep without me sleeping in her lap, was what I missed!
And in 19 years of my life, never before did I feel I had no one, that I had no home,
Having seen me, just a batchmate then alone, you walked towards me, From "Are you Ok, Manas? Can I talk with you?", to
"I promise Babe, that as long as I
live, I'll never let you go." Hands so cold, I felt warmth when your hands were on mine,
In a thousand terrible troubles, were you always by my side,
And although it is something which I say everyday,
"I love you" is something which would part from my lips, before my life parts away,
When we were alone, in a meadow of dandelions,
For I wished, the vermillion on your forehead,to be in my name.
And I see you today, even though I don't feel the pain, I can't see my woman in that way,
I've brought you this Pink Nail polish, you love it when you get painted right?
Monsoon Mood, and I have brought you Adrak Wali Chai and Aloo Pakoda,
Monsoon Mood, and once we are out of here, we'll once again walk under an umbrella too,
I'm sorry if I look disheveled, I've been drinking myself to sleep for sometime,
No Rum, No Wine, any of that bitter stuff could make my life sweet, it's fine only when it's with you, Hands withered, but beautiful always, I grip them as they are the only thing that make me feel
By Subham Acharya
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