tonight my projection

The ghost of accumulated dreams

is finally laid


I hedge my bets

From tracles of suitors

Who peer at the impish roses

Adorning my raven hair

Soaked with scented lores

Of secret nights


When I pass by the mirror

Torrents of my silent odeillade

embodying my passion

are laid to waste

as you’re slow

on uptake


My sacred projections

are disturbed



I am willing to gyrate

on your cue

and lay down my life

for you…

World’s #227

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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.

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