Words

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They whisper, They smile,

They sing silently like a soothing lulaby,

Some days, they torment like a nagging child,

I wake with them,

I sleep saying some,

Then, In dreams they come,

Like writing in the sky,

I read them above the sea,

I read them in clouds passing by,

 

I look for them in the backyard grass,

I stare at them in windows and glass,

But most of them,

I find  them in eyes;

In eyes with undeniable innocence and unspoken reserve of joy,

In eyes of animals, words beautiful beyond defines,

In eyes that shine with subtle, simmering passion,

In eyes of the pained, they shine,

In closed eyes dorwned in deep prayers,

words of gratefulness, they meant yet didn’t utter,

Words of forgiveness,

Treasures inexplicable,

Words of nature,

All incompassing, I pick from the breeze,

 

My treasure chest is open,

I open it for all to read,

My treaure multiplies with soulful submergence,

Some smiles, some grins,

I embrace the treasure with ink of soul,

I lurk around each of them, like a touch of lover’s fingertips,

They confound me,

Make me crave more.

I relive a passionate bout with them,

They play away endlessly with the soul,

Enticing me to find,

I forever, don’t seem to mind……….

 

-Rupika Moitra

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