I cupped my hands and
gently plouted in the pellucid creek
It swamped my empty hands
With water and damp leaves
I coveted to hold with the possibility
of life in its moist kiss
and the cues in the narratives
of gazumped pelagic swimmers.
Written in response to dVerse prompt: Possibility
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. View more posts
