In the evenings..

In evenings, when emote is but a whisper

Take me in your arms and tell me “I’m there”

To cajole me in the twilight of my grumbles

To make landmarks of my fantasies

And be all but fantasy in itself.

Oh but for such a presence, of omnipresent dreams,

Never shall I feel, a stranger amidst it all

For evenings shall be cozy, and nights pervade them all

Mine hand shall never be bereft, of the warmth that I seek

The heart a sudden flip flop always in its beat.

When emotions as tender as dew drops shine

And sit atop the grass of my heart divine,

Then shall they mixed in elements so be,

That for ‘Me’ and ‘Thou’ there no place actually be...

© 2011 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury

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