You, On My Calendar.

By Swastik Shekhar Sarkar

I live here, a misfortune,

In a world that's rather online;

For I crave to hold you close again,

Kiss your forehead, and name you mine. 

A symphony I cling to,

In a world of notifications and noise;

I remember the anklets on your feet,

To whose chime does my heart rejoice.

Oh! The lost beauty of longing,

In a world of "sent" and "seen";

For you feel like a hand-written letter,

I can wait for which, through lives fifteen.

I recall the aroma of your hair,

As I try to dress my best;

It's fourteenth of February,

I hear your anklets;

Our wait can finally rest.

By Swastik Shekhar Sarkar