An August rain
in your name
[assamese] Ojanite duyure hridoy kopi uthil.
Unknowingly, both of our hearts fluttered.
But does it always end in the most romantic possible way?
It was a rainy cold august and I could smell the fresh autumn pine cones
waiting to be handpicked from the forest floor.
[assamese] Ojanite
[Unknowingly]
you stepped on my faded rainbow rainboots and didn't apologize.
I wore my grandpa's knitted with love woolen sweater and you stared right into my soul.
[assamese] duyure
[both of our]
hands were full, mine with a tiny sun-kissed kitten and you with your wet,
mud-stained college jersey and a broken arm.
I expected a smile, a wordless apology or just a warm gesture,
maybe a little more in my head;
a pleasant "hello"
an unexpected high pitched, "hi, i am sorry but you are pretty! "
an overdramatic * gusting wind making you fall in love with me instantly *
beware! I am always day dreaming quixotic romance.
[assamese] hridoy
[heart]
strings skipped a beat and reached out with innocent appealing eyes
to yours' dazed greyish,
you were unbothered, a little terrified now,
maybe you reached way beyond my diabolical being,
blinked and reached out to purr the feline.
[assamese] kopi uthil
[ fluttered]
with affection and with only a friendly twinkle,
I felt defeated and a little broken,
Now how do I prey
with my vicious sensual yet innocent-
wicked mind,
and make you believe that
this little planned meet-up
will end
in the most romantic possible way.
