Volume 6, Issue 1 | January 2019 ISSN: 2395-2547
 

Words in Rhyme


The January Fervour
- Rupam Goswami
How I miss those December meets
when the cold intensified the evenings;
your warm hand slipped into a colder mine
without an alert, none knew, all fine!
 
The rides were pleasant;
you almost slept on me!
I loved the traffic for the first time-
so chaotic and shiny,
yet delays didn't seem like fines!
 
You love chowmein, don't you?
I remember that.
The fries were too salty
but the coffee brought us closer:
I have always loved your smile!
This time, it pierced!
January came with You!
I am living in those days,
shan't leave again, perhaps:
more than poetry,
it is You who I long for now!
 
The tea at your place
was soothing and warm,
but not more than the moment
when your hand slipped into mine
and none did notice,
not a single passer-by!

Rupam Goswami is an Assistant Professor at Birla Institute of Technology and Science Pilani, Pilani Campus, India. He has done his doctoral research at National Institute of Technology Silchar, India. He keeps interest in poetry, films and art. His poems have appeared in Enajori, Indian Ruminations, Criterion, Miracle, horizon and many souvenirs and magazines. His book "The Moustached Poet- a few pots" of poems is an anthology of 50 poems composed by him and was launched worldwide online in January, 2015