Year of college today.
On the first day and
In the first class-
Among the band of
Those lean girls with
Deep eyes..
You would be there
Too-- soft cheeks
And a bright smile.
Not hesitating to
Laugh gracefully with
Those feeble lips.
Not at all bothering
To mark my humble
Presence-
Casually playing
With the strands of
Your hair to cook
Guys like me..
Who would still be
Thinking, infatuation
Is a crime.
Maybe I would slip
Into a whirlpool of
Fantasy to fall for you
Eventually, and never
Conjure up any courage
To confess about the
Ocean I carry.
And maybe after
Brooding for over
Four years-
On the last day of
College, in the
Farewell Program-
I would gather just
Enough voice to ask for
A pic with you and
My wingman would
Mess with the camera..
And your persona in
The blue saree would
Forever go fading in
Memory for years or
Perhaps for decades.