trail

in my entire wakefulness
i am lavishly doused in this heavenly warmth
calm and blissful
of glowing colours
of velvety pollen dust
a zillion rose petals glide past me
lightly skimming my skin;
beguiled by the euphonious hum of a wayfarer,
undulating from a faraway country,
entranced, i trail along behind it
to the far side of the horizon
where coral jasmine strew the sky
every night an intoxicating scent engulfs the ravine;
a mystic augurs some nebulous mumbling
“a soul dwells beneath the lyrical rhythm of the wayfarer”
that’s me
maybe it’s the malfunctioning of reality but…
satin-smooth perfumed rainbows still linger on my fingertips
a butterfly just curled across the sky


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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