A Wavering Mind..
Raindrops.
Gloominess,
Thoughts tinkling like the rain drops on my window.
Confusion,
Why a melancholic sprinkle on this moonlit night?
Candlelight,
Fireflies...
at the rim of twilight glided with their fiery bodies from the dark snare of leaves.
Consciousness,
Containment
Happiness seeping in, infighting feelings...
I breathed deeply and my lips gave way to a wavering smile
Sitting pondering pleasantly.
YASHOMANA CHOUDHURY
a melancholic sprinkle ... !
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Containment
Happiness seeping in ... !!
nice write !!!
Thank u so much..
ReplyDeletea good co-ordination of words!!
ReplyDeletefireflies ill be always there in ur mind
ReplyDeletesigh! alas there aint any fireflies to be seen these days...they are just gone!
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