Wish you were here: A poem by Ankurita Khajanchi

A boulevard so deserted, though laden with fresh flowers

And this unwholesome drizzle, my poise it overpowers

The vacuum inside me, swigs the emptiness around

I still cherish the rain and its pleasant lilting sound

For it reminds me of a dream I hold so dear

To hold my hand through the woods, I wish you were here.

The dry maples on the vacant bench, arrest my teary gaze

Dampened by the droplets, yet impassive as my face

The turmoil inside me subdues their rustle intrinsic

I still cherish the brindled leaves that make me go pink 

For they remind me of a dream I hold so dear

To sit beside me in the rain, I wish you were here.

The boulevard, the bench, the blooms and leaves, things so ordinary and rife

Spur the yearning for an aspiration, so special in my life

The spaces between my fingers, the void that I own

I do treasure this coveting, as I tread the pathway alone

For it reminds me of a dream I hold so dear

To embrace me through thick and thin, I wish you were here.