I know you are standing
on the side of the door
With a sweet smile
Still I can’t see you.
On the dining table,
in a glass of cold water
In the cool breeze of the ceiling fan, In the unbearable heat
I get your touch
Still I can’t see you.
When a storm arises in my heart. You make me hold the pen in my hand.
You are in the folds of my blanket
I get you in a cup of tea
Still I can’t see you.
Some days in the balcony
while sitting in the chair
You stand beside me
wearing the sheet of moonlight.
Still I can’t see you
I understand nothing is mine
You have occupied my everything.
Sarmistha Dey