to a salubrious culmination

Musty corners of the house,

worsted by ennui and despair

that seep through mossy fissured walls

seized by bounties of filigree of climbers,

Spilling across mouldy antiquated windows


Hoisting onto the back of sagacious winters

Donned in milky fur rob

Howls amok like a man

Making the piercing chill do its worst

Brings me on my knees


At the receiving end in a drastic draught

The house is ransacked for the subtle oblique cues

But for the life of me, I cannot fathom

The moon

Obscured by a pall of shadowy clouds


In the protective custody of pills

Dozing eyes heavy with dreams

Of resplendent dawn, bursting through the azure hills

Of malheur,

Cantillate firey orange verse of mirth and gaiety.


Keeping my weary bones together,

I conjure up

Tomorrow will pluck me away

From life’s culpability

to a safe and salubrious culmination.

Published by Smita Ray

Smita Ray is a mother of two lovely kids and hails from the northeastern town of India Gorakhpur. 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 with her kids.

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