The driving torrent, last night that tumbled about the awning, in blazing hailstorms- could pause over me like clouds of luminous mist and I could trust their shelter
I could float in thunderclap with the leisure of a dream hearing it, in all disparities as if they were keynotes from a symphony, visceral yet cosmic
In the constant rumble of water, however I only heard your conclusive high note fading down the tarmac
And then, A mammoth shaft, brightened the sky It transformed a moment into sunset or sunrise?
If.. I let you go now…
I can see all hurt years washed clean the life I’d thought forever closed, spreading out its pictorial vista, with sheen
I can look up at countless raindrops scent a taste of piety as they fall over me in their witching hour gaiety
I can explore an infinite space among multiple galaxies between two eternities – one caught and cherished yet already past and the other, sneaking behind dark lights?
Or perhaps, nothing is past what was, will be keeps flourishing about treetops and it is all one great scroll of blue rainfall
Anumita Sharma is a versatile Author who loves writing prose in poetry and poetry in prose. She has written 4 Books- 99 moon Avenue, Kuch aap biti kuch jagbiti, Some very dignified disclosures, The curse of yesterday.
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