The mist-coated clouds floated as a river
Upon the bosoms of hills
From the long lines of pines
The winds drifted in
The cicadas’ sound quivered
My outers and inners, body and mind

What thoughts were swinging in your eyes
As you sat upon Shillong Peak
I’d the urge to fetch for you
A plume plucked from the moon

In the bustling eve of Police Bazar
While engrossed in our heart-to heart chats
The winding road of Shillong
Skipped out of our minds

With your face thrust into my bosom
You sought your solace over and over again

Ever since our acquaintance
I’ve been haunted by an unease
Someday somewhere we’d lose ourselves
Wherefrom neither you nor I can return
Fail to behold the world intently
Where our entities wouldn’t remain

How we yearn to present
An identity of our own

Day after day
Night after night
We’d been ever on the wait
For a night at Shillong

There was nothing
To get you acquainted with
As a quivering of the pine
I remained quivering in my musings