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
( Image courtesy Google)
