To The Girl I Adore

By Neha Basumatary

I woke up this morning

To the sound of door bell,

Illusioning her at the doorstep

Ideal as in the portrait;

Trembling with trauma i realised

The wait prevails a year old.

The retention diluted with time;

The separation has illuminated

The withering of the bosom.

Little Flower marked the dawn

Both swung to the same rhythm,

Celebrating the whirl of friendship;

The white lilacs lilted with glide

To the cheer of new chapter.

Destiny paid the favour

Back in Bongaigaon Refinery School.

The bizarre set all

As the talk of town,

Losing bit of patience,

Carefree of our menaces

Euphoria set the core.

Laughing, creating jokes, mockery

A way to solace.

Tiffin through escapes

On the first class of the day;

Hiding while trying to bunk classes

Still got caught anyway.

Cycling towards Dhaligaon market

Savoring chowmein, paratha, samosa and sweets,

Till stomach had no space

For the home made foods.

Riding scooty to circulate

The residence of teachers,

Riding through the veiled paths

Against the onrush of winds,

Challenging the flight of birds

And listening to the voice of nature

So unfamiliar until then.

I yearn her presence,

Surabhi, a name so soothing

Like a bird beyond reach.

By Neha Basumatary