Where are these blessings coming from?
Like vague caress of the doting father
Like water paintings melting into letters
Of a script not learned yet
Maybe a longing to have
A richly textured painting, long past
A subtly nuanced life
A cardiograph
Continually oscillating
From light to dark to light
Along the straight line;
From a dirt road to the highway
Where night meets day
The sun thaws colours
And paintings are lain bare
Where weeds and climbers grow rampantly
Written in response to — Weekly Prompt “Night meets Day” hosted by Eugenia.
Penalize your friends & foes:
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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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Beautiful, the image and words!
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Ta!
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Smita, I don’t know what to say. Brava, on a beautifully created masterpiece! Thank you so much for participating.
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Thank you so much, Eugenia for being so generous with your words. I do appreciate it.
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You’re welcome, Smita.
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