I
was in a classmate’s home
Surfing
internet at noon,
Family
was on duty, silent at his home
He
joked me like a moron.
He
edited his Facebook account
I
was sitting beside him
After
few minutes, I logged into my account
The
displaying page was so slow and so dim.
Image Credit: Google |
We waited the browsing page till open
I
clicked the Home on my profile
And
it took time to open
I
confirmed the friends’ request in a while.
He
was lightly loony about Facebook
Both
we searched friends’ request info
I
had made forty friends on Facebook
One
of them had mobile number in the info.
He
fully fussed, I also eagerly excited
I
started him smilingly, he gazed me gladly
We
opened her profile without late
She
was doing diploma in computer recently.
Her
details were collected, the number was selected
We
took out own mobile, we thought for a while
Her
number was saved; connected her over the mobile
She
was admirable, we messaged to her mobile.
In the evening, she messaged me
And
I chatted to her for sometime
Through
list of her friends she had added me
Few
days later, I’d updated her request online.
He
prankly proposed her
She
kept his proposal in pending
He
put such matters on my ear
She
had a boyfriend while clarifying.
She
phones us especially in day
I
poured my emotion into her heart
She
became closer to me day by day
She
asked me a gift of art.
She
wanted to meet me so much
That
she urged me through call
I
postponed the meeting dates so much
That
she felt me like a pearl.
I
was doing computer class
While
staying in paying guest
She
phoned me to meet her in a mass
Of
people in market as a guest.
I
was interested to meet her at that day.
Restriction
on me for visiting in vain
I
was in dilemma at that day
I
didn’t face such situation again.
I
couldn’t meet her though she requested
She
enquired about me through him
She
was so close that I never expected
About
her I used to tell him.
On
14th February, I was invited
'T
Was 1st time, I felt shy to meet her
I
missed her over the date
I
switched my mobile on two days later.
I
had made a gift of painting
It
was of landscape on canvas.
I
promised her to give the painting
For
me! Valentine’s Day was the gash.
She
continued to phone me from next day
I
told her, I was busy on the Valentine’s Day
I
planned to meet her next month
She
asked me to bring the gift in that month
Ere
I meet her at my home
I
packed the painting patiently
And
I went to my uncle’s home
That
night I woke up frequently.
She
rang me at the dawn of day
She
was suffering from common cold
The meeting
date was postponed to next day
I
thought her as precious as gold.
Whole
day my heart dreamed about her
I
realised what we talked over phone
And
I read her messages with missing her
That
day, almost of the time I spent alone.
I chose clothes
And
ironed it twice
I
couldn’t take the meal as usual
My
heart wasn’t there at all.
I
phoned her, morning of meeting day
She
planned with me for meeting place
She
fixed the meeting time of that day
And
a diverged road having a resting place.
I went there
And waited her for a while
And waited her for a while
‘T
was nearby her home I felt fear
Are
you coming? I asked her over the mobile.
Few
peoples took rest and crossed there
A
car came and U-turn there
It
was mid-day, sunny and sky was clear
Few
students talked with me, a school was near.
I
pranked her by calling
“if
you got married,” I run away from here
She
said, “No! I'm not married, I’m coming…”
I
spent two, three hours there.
Finally,
she came with calling me
My
eyes were contacted to her eyes
Just
she caught my hand and smiled me
My
heart became lighter than the swarm of bees.
Her
eyes with eye shadow like a twinkling star
Her
lips was as red as a rose
I got suitable height in comparison to her
She
dressed up as attractive as a primrose.
Hesitatingly,
I presented the painting to her
And
both we went to nearby market
Up
to the half way I reached her
Two
days later, again I met her at the market.
Few
days she didn’t receive my calls at all
No calls, no messages, no missed calls from her
I
was heart-rending like in someone’s funeral
From
there, her calls were received no more.
After
one year, I’d gone to uncle’s home,
At the dinner time, I got an unknown call,
The
caller was my friend, who lives near her home,
Her
details were updated; I kept it secret at all.
The
event was almost far away,
I
was also busy in my work, but that day
My
wounded heart was squeezed itself
But
she was no more bachelor girl herself.
I
realised her memories,
But
couldn’t contact to her,
Slowly,
trying to cease the memories
And
never have such experiences no more.
You can Follow me at:
Follow @SanchabirSubba
1 Comments
Leave your comments after reading
ReplyDeleteShare your feedback in order to write more poems for you.