I looked out of the window at the evening sky
The myriad shades of orange stared back at me
A painted picture in the massive expanse
Was breathtaking, almost difficult to swallow in one gulp
You had to savour it, like having your favorite sweet dish
One bite at a time..
The best part, the dusk presents it’s hues each evening
Bright and beautiful shades in the clear sky
To enthrall you and elevate your senses
To a level from where there’s no looking back…
She once wrote a poem
About the desires,
That occupied the recesses of her mind
When she was both conscious and unconscious
They came after her, lurking in her dreams
Telling her to chase them with all her might
For you can’t wait for tomorrow
While the present moment fleets past unseemingly..
Sometimes, just sometimes
My mind wanders off far far away
To distant lands of fervour and glory
Where I would find something waiting
Something hitherto unseen, unheard of
Beautiful meadows full of blossoms
Of colours bright and beautiful
No man can feel even the slightest dullness
In such an environment
Don’t we all wish to attain that perfect sense of harmony and nirvana?
© Devangana Bose
I hold my breath
The flowing, meandering waves encompass my very being
A heaviness descends upon my being as I make my way through the depths of the ocean
Miles and miles of crystal clear reflections
I feel it hit my skin and make me feel alive once again.
Because before, i seemed to have lost my senses
In that depth, that abyss
Of the deep dark ocean.
© Devangana Bose
To relieve herself of the pain
The immense weight of the world.
To give voice to all the trapped emotions, the feelings, the unsaid
All that was left to be told, to be shouted
There she lies in wait
Of something to come, a miracle of sorts
To set her free
From all worldly constraints, problems
And ugly truths.
Her name is hope.
And she is that four-lettered word.
The moon shines bright
In the dark of the night
Beckoning it’s beholders to dream
Of lovely days in purple haze
Sitting and wondering
What is it that life’s worth?
“Look at my craters”, says Mr. Moon
They run wide and deep
And so shall you be filled with them
And the rewards of life you shall reap.
Oh tell me, Moon-y
What is it like, to shine in the light of another?
“you let them shine”, says he to me
Till you find your own kind of lover.