I Wait
In a session of shower
I send two lines in whatsapp
And wait for some flowers
To bring me a bird seated on a second
If not on hours
Why no bee yet
Is the other window now
Tired of alphabet
Or after another bait?
I feel uneasy
Are my words far from sea
Lacking the flavour of a glee
Whatever it may be
I miss the dense tree
Of blueberry
In the swing of fancy
Far away
From all property
Of land building or sea
At sunup, I
Wait for the cup
The crimson link-up
Tactile memories of touch
In today's embroidered crutch
But no cup yet
Seconds and minutes militate
I wait
For the playmate
To palliate
And sedate
Late autumn here in Bengal
Unlike in the West
Is still a boy and girl of nineteen
Walking hand in hand
Brand 'Hemanta’
The name for the season
As wind blows up sands
As riverbanks chat with woodland
Pink yellow and green
Leaves and flowers umpteen
Can be seen
Writing lyrics
Pink drumsticks
Winter is yet to set foot
Frost yet to collect at the root
To erase monotony
I come to hug the shadow of mahogany
From nowhere
Clouds gather in the small golden plates near the trunk
The chipmunks run away
Light and shade in your plait
I have to wait
I look up to the sky
Where clouds fly
Storm unfurls
Their headful of grey curls
Laugh and say
Why do you shake your leg so much in dismay
Haven't you seen the evening
Waiting for hours in its swing
To hug the jasmine blooming
Starlight guiding them
Just look how the sunshine
Kisses the clouds
A twilight flower drops into
A white sea
Expanse for trance
No need for your eyelashes to dance
Instead of getting tempted
By the red and yellow petals
Of being impulsive
Wait and enjoy
The cloud and sun hug
November 16, 2017
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