Monday, May 31, 2010


I am a shy boy !  

Anamika is her name.
I have known her,
Talked with her for long,
Played chess with her,
Walked with her on school play ground track
Been to her home with friends.

I park my cycle near hers.
Frequently peep in the play ground
And visit library
To see if she is around.

Every time I cross her
In school lobby or on playground,
My heart beats play salsa.
In that fraction of the moment
When our eyes meet
Her eyes are searching deep in mine,
That I been trying hard to say
But too nervous….


 I am a Man…

She is coming
Gracefully walking,
Long strides, hair bouncing,
Bosoms pounding.
My heartbeats tune to the
Pace of her body.

As she comes closer
I feel warmer….
Longing for those few moments
When I am no more
And she does not exist…..
For both melt in those moments.

Anamika is her name.

Now that reverse count has started….

Pain in back & neck & knee…
That makes her face twist
Pierce deep in my heart,
Prayers arise in silence.

My hand reach out for hers….
She slightly squeezes my hand
To let me know
That she knows how I feel.

Anamika is her name.

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