Anupam, an English teacher, is extremely sensitive & expresses her emotions in poems. She is pursuing Masters in Psychology at present.
I wanted to know about you,
But couldn't ask anyone,
I wished to listen to you,
But couldn't talk with you,
I dreamt of your face and figure,
As I'd heard about your allure,
I was told you're an engineer
Even when they knew my opinion
As I wished to marry a doctor,
They considered you as the best bachelor
Tall, handsome, qualified, settled and fair,
You became a kind of magical creature
I knew nothing about your structure
Just framed it in my imaginary nature,
Waiting for you to appear.in real figure.
The Day of Your Arrival
It took not much to spend the days of despair,
As soon from winter the time travelled to summer,
My hands and legs were painted in bridal colours,
And eyes were soaked in unexpected tears,
I was no more just a sister or daughter
But was going to your family to be a new member.
Shaehnai with the other instruments were played
Friends and relatives from near and far had come,
They all were blessing me for my nuptial day,
Finally, in the evening you as a groom arrived
With your relatives, friends and other company,
Whoever got a glimpse of yours in the crowd,
Reported me, you were the best of all the Gods;
For a special ritual, I'd to go out in the garden
There we married the tree Mango to Madhuka,
Expecting to have a blessed married life,
There I could see you sitting on the high chair,
From a little corner of my eyes filled with shyness,
And asked myself to have a little more patience
As we were to be tied in a knot to stay in sync.
At midnight I was called on the stage
To have a beautiful garland exchange,
And from there we went for the ceremony,
Where the priest chanted for our journey,
I felt on my face your continuous stare,
And died to spot the Cupid shot leer,
But within there lied a sort of fear
Of being noticed by the people near.
When my hand was given into yours
That was the first time I got the treasure
Of the immense prodigious warmth of yours;
In your hand, you held mine as a delicate flower,
As if you were really promising to care forever.
The First Night With You
The marriage ceremony was over
When the night's reign, the dawn took over,
The relatives and friends left us alone
In exquisite colourful flowers decorated room,
You were still looking uniformly at me
Asking the reason for ignorance from me,
"Why don't you want to look at me,
Is there anything that's troubling ?"
I just smiled and answered nothing
And that was enough for your feeling,
We both closed our eyes while dreaming
And didn't speak a single word orally.
As our Indian Maithil Brahmin culture's ritual
In the month of June, the mid scorching summer
We didn't have any other chores or even bathing,
Spending four days in the same nuptial clothing,
And living on just rice, ghee and sweet pudding,
For four days we rarely made any of the talking
And just looked at each other while sleeping.
The marriage of ours was solemnized on the fourth day
Since then we were the actual wife and husband,
I still remember your first word of that very day
When I assured you that I was not in any worry,
"You can fulfil your dreams I can never come on your way."
(Ironically You did the same my dear)
© 2020 Anupam Mitu