Ankle - Bell Sounds

By Atish Chattopadhyay

You

Shari cladded, with free flowing hairs

With glittering rings in ears and nose

Broad eyes lined with collyrium

Not so slim, which is in vogue now a days

Told me, you will come full bloomed in spring

Kiss me on my forehead

Entangle me with a passionate hug

And take me to flow through the ocean of love, the space-time

You didn't come...

You

The singing nightingale

Promised me to fill my mind with calm

Adore me in a weeping moonlit night

Give me the nectar to enjoy my living

To make me so brave to utterly neglect the cowardice death

To fly like an arrow through the Butea forest

Just like a mad sniffing the aroma of deer musk

You didn't recollect me...

You

Dark like a black hole

Came to me in a night of torrential rain

Sky filled with repeated lightning thunder

Madly storm thrashing the forest woods

I couldn't see you

Only heard the sound of your ankle-bells

You came

You engulfed me and my whole existence...

By Atish Chattopadhyay