Traffic lights,towering heights,neon boards
All fading away before my blurry eyes--
The eyes which had beheld your soft face once,
The eyes which wanted to stare at the graceful soul for a lifetime..
The fingers which touched my arms,
As soft and gentle as the breeze that blew,
The rustle of leaves and the sigh of pines,
Were the only witness to my life anew!
The wine I drank seemed a bit more red,
The silence became an addiction,those eyes
Added flavour to the hookah when she smoked it--
She wore a red saree...the kind of red which made
You swoon with awe and daze;
The kind of red which made ME think of a 'forever' with her....
The hills of Dehradun made me feel like a drunkard then..
The sunset and the mellowing orange hue dying away
Like the long veil of her red saree had made me feel once.
Only for once.
The next day didn't witness my smile,the clouds were heavy
And dull,subfuscated by my frowning brow!
The air smelt of whisky,my breath smelt of betrayal...
But she and her red saree are still a part of my addiction...an addiction to be drunk again;
Drunk again with her by my side eternally.
RIDDHI ROY
