With your yellow photograph for comfort
And the old magazines, I still remember you,
Amidst the the silent humdrum of Mumbai
A milieu of million dots, like us
Lost, without a second stare.
Unlike , the valley you loved
Wherein you're an unspoken memory
Lost to the greed of the red river
While you tried to cleanse its stains
Rains wash away your sins,they say
Was it your act of love they loathed?
Perhaps, peace pierced through their hearts
That you stand just a dissolved blot
Night was their excuse and you brought'em sunshine
You deserved it,they would say
You wouldn't have understood their passion
And they couldn't allow your freedom
Why didn't you stoop a little,
"Adjust" to their demands, like everyone else did
When their sons preferred blood to vermilion
For ideals they're sure they knew best
Then, it happened what I dreaded most
T'was one of those stormy nights
When darkness throttled the sunshine
Like the clouds in the crimson sky
The lines hazy as ever, loosing away......
Your absence is still a nuisance to me
I look out of the window for you, as a habit
My vermillion shines yet as brightly
While my prayers still await you
p.s---Wrote after seeing an Assamese movie-Ekhon Nedekha Nodir Xipare (As the river flows)Your absence is still a nuisance to me
I look out of the window for you, as a habit
My vermillion shines yet as brightly
While my prayers still await you
