CONVERSATIONS IN A CAR VI
Ashok Niyogi
We woke up in the morning
After a night full of smells
And I played this cassette for you.
“First of all I want you,
Second, I want you,
At the end of it all I want you,
Ami tomake chaee”
A song sung by a guy and a guitar
And the words, they ring so true,
On heaven and earth, I want you.
All I remember is the walking in the snow
And the waiting for the Avtobus.
All I remember is the feel of the breast
Against the underside of my arms.
All I remember is the warmth of your smile.
All I remember is the movement
Of your fingers inside my hair.
It is as if we lived in a fox’s lair
And the magic, it happened every time,
The magic was the rhyme
And sometimes, just sometimes
It turned into glory.
There is a story to be written in all of this.
But I am a minor guy,
I write poems and get by.
I listen to songs and catch a line
And hum it all day long.
I can recount every minor detail
But there is a story to be told in this tale.
There was a story when I kissed your frozen red cheeks.
There was a story when I touched your lips with my tongue.
And there is a story that will largely remain unsung.
Except for “tomake chaee”
Except for “ami tomake chaee”.