LOPAMUDRA MISHRA

LOPAMUDRA MISHRA

BEING IN LOVE

Little plus little,

Slowly and gently,

The breeze of romance,

And its dependence has become an obsession,

Stealthy  and brilliantly the air immerse me ,

I am fascinated to the galaxy of mystical wonder,

A beautiful feeling of love and being in love,

The ecstatic pleasure is redefining me,

Beautifying me, hence I commited

the magnetic blunder,

I enjoy the moments of grandeur,

Heartily and excitingly,

My wandering soul  capitulates in front of this bond of conformity,`

Every day the intensity of it is widening,

And the depth is deepening,

Yes, it is very much pleasing and satisfying.

IS THIS MY INFATUATION?

Is this my infatuation

Or my curiosity?

If none among these ,

Then why this storm inside me,

Warming my blood and shaking my nerves,

Every day I wait to meet you in our preferred spot,

In spite of the heavy snowfall or loud thunder.

I am addicted to your aromatic breeze,

Even my alphabets are conscious of your presence in my ink,

So I wait for your gift,

To feel your existence among your handwritten few words

Which you have written ,only for me.

I want to inhale the feelings ,

Behind your note, your love,

Which I know ,you might have not jotted down,

Yet I can estimate your emotions from your alphabets.

But the delay in courier service is breaking my patience,

And I went on asking about it details,

To all my acquaintance and friends,

They too laugh ,seeing me impatient,

Can I express them my cause of annoyance.

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THE DAY I FIRST MET YOU.

The day I first met you,

You looked so cool,

I became a fool,

My throbs became loud,

I was dumbfound,

To see my damsel standing close,

My hands tremble,

voice fumble,

Legs stagger,

Face became warm,

Heart chuckle,

A soft beep giggles,

Lips shudder,

To express the words,

That I am in love with you.

LOPAMUDRA MISHRA