Nilotpal is deep into Shrabonti
like the toy that you so wanted to buy as a kid but could not somehow
Nilotpal starts in his mind one, two, three
and only if she will look at me by the count of five, he sighs
unlike any film that he has seen, she never does
Tonight Nilotpal will give up on food again and also his daily peg of single malted scotch
He does that on days he sees her standing in the bus stop
Tonight he will write a half baked poem again and dream of kissing her
like that actor kissed that girl in the movie he saw last Saturday, with tongues and all.
He shall tell her that he is all love if only she will look at him once.
And prima facie he is not fat or a poet but just in love
Shrabonti is down and depressed
his guy is not answering her calls once more
why does love need to be so damn complicated
if only she could get off all her responsibilities
and just swim like she desires at times
if only she would be loved the way she would like to be
if only he would French kiss her and tongue
and at such moments she wants
to go out and sleep with the next guy she meets
some stranger without inhibitions perhaps
perhaps that guy, that guy she occasionally sees on the bus-stop
and now she wonders about the contours of Nilotpal’s face but only momentarily
then realizes it would all be just a facade just a revenge on her guy,
But she knows
Tomorrow she will be far more forthright at the stop
Tomorrow she will look at him and smile a bit
just for the dignity to her own thoughts
Nilotpal is sleeping and in his dreams Shrabonti looks at him.
He wakes up startled and thinks of how he is wasting all his thoughts on a girl
He knows nothing about.
He will now get his life straight.
Shrabonti for her sake shall muddle his life again.
And far off in another world I hum along-with Ella Fitzgerald-
"It's that ole devil called love again
Gets behind me and keeps giving me that shove again
Putting rain in my eyes
tears in my dreams
and rocks in my heart.
It's that sly old son of a gun again."
And laugh off.