we have come this far

Is it dusk falling quietly or the inky curls of your tresses?

Is it moonlight or my nights awash with your bounteous glance?

Is it moon or your bangles glistening from afar?

Are these stars or your embellished drape billowed out?

Is it a perfumed gust of breeze or the scent of your youth?

Is it the rustle of swaying leaves or you have whispered something in your mellow voice?

I have lost the track of time musing upon it whilst I already know……

That you are nowhere around, nowhere to be found

But my unmalleable heart reiterates you are not far off

Lingering somewhere close by

As yet…

……..


Published by Smita

Smita Ray is the mother of two lovely kids and hails from northeastern India. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures along with her kids trying new recipes or crafting. She describes herself as -- a soulmate, a life alighted on the earth catching the rhythm passing by her. A tinge of joy colours her world and lays its feet on the land where revellers are awaiting her to get into the groove.

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