Seventh Heaven

the "come over!" 
was electric,
and left me frozen, for a second.
was i seeing a dream again,
like the ones over the years?

i cycled down,
and she made it too,
my heart skipped a beat
at seeing her,
i pinched myself -
was this for real?
the curling up of lips,
escaping through the rim of her mask,
but as she took it off,
she couldn't conceal further
the joy, disbelief and the angst, all writ large
as her heart leaped out,
the first time
since that misty morning,
many novembers back.
what will you have?
didn't sound sweeter in many years

nothing has changed
me choking up with bliss,
she struggling with hers,
feigning the smile,
lipping out a few words,
many unsaid,
how have you been?
good
you've gone down,
and you haven't changed a bit

nothing has changed,
the memories kept rolling,
as new were created,
she wore a smile,
her gaze set on mine,
until the winter breeze
blew the hair over her face
and a line of tears oozed
from the corner of her eyes,
a few words slipped
how beautiful, the december nights,
the train ride,
the mirch masala dinners
is the deity still there?
hope you sleep well now
the quiet concern over the blood pressure,
and for those that are no more

it was a dream
felt like being in seventh heaven
that hour was a moment,
crying and holding back,
as time flew by
that november evening,
on mahanadi banks,
we parted once more,
took different paths,
unsure when we'd make it again,
me and my loneliness!




© sashikant mohanty