the possibility

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

Published by Smita Ray

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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