Anamika

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,

Something…..

That I been trying hard to say

But too nervous….

Always!

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 I am a Man…

She is coming

Confident,

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.

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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.