Sheena Datta

Did I reach you
I shut my eyes tight
when the rains splashed me with nostalgia
lest a memory slips
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unmoving untold
beguiling and bold
in the depths of my meandering drifts
lie the silence of times
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In the midst of melancholy,
when a flower blossoms,
hold it in the sheaths of sight,
for it may be mistaken as love,
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A flower grows from a seed to an awesome blossom
wild free and fragrant
just as a thought germinates and
becomes a bouquet for all to cherish
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How naive it is to pin one's hope
on the shadows tears and smiles
which dissolve
promises expectations trust
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I have lived a million lives
and died a zillion deaths
my mornings have burnt me
and my nights have left me dead
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why claim
cause if it is
it would remain
else it's all a myth
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unwilling at times and helpless at other
I still gulp you down resignedly
the bond we share is such
I end up not just living you but being you
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lost in the grains of time
shreds of misty moments lie
resounding within the walls
penetrated by the buzzing wind
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the hues, interwoven,
spread across their perimeter,
frolicking with possibilities,
with a somber depth in their womb,
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Ever since I wore you
I remain encapsulated
Like a sheathed sword
rusting at the hinges
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you pushed me to the threshold of my endurance
where pain became my penance and my retribution
and as I argued by the law of averages
my eyes refused to flutter
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Don't hinder and disrupt the frolicking
calm and serene river in the wilds
don't try and bring method to it's madness
once restricted barricaded and maneuvered
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O ye
the morning breeze
gather thy sails
and envelope me
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pluck me from the garden
caress my tender sheaths
inhale my subtle fragrance
drink my pulsating grace
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the whispering lilies
blooming and tender
share the secrets
of memories asunder
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I often lose the sense of direction,
when I wander in the lush meadows of my remembrances

the nectar breeze I inhale
...

what formed thee o Sun child
with cocooned vibrancy of the World
nestled in the dusty pallor
slithering in the frail dismissive form
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