~"Too late, the ship has sailed"
•"Oh that sounds, great!"
.... presents an art
•"Any improvements
You suggest? Or
Any flaws that you'd want to correct?"
~"No canvas of one painter should be touched by another."
•"I allow,
for I trust this artist
And trust undying..
Artist indifferent,
yet of my own kind."
~"OVERSTATEMENT!
Never mind!
How is the idea coming along?"
Attention please!
Miss is garrulous
While Chief, a one liner
SPOT ON!
// Mic Drop! //
***
As/is
The moment I saw him today
I wanted to embrace him
My brains my heart my body
weren't mine Anymore
At his one glimpse
Through the dusky curtains
Of...
a location known yet unknown
I had never felt this way for him before
only recall
To have Always
Yes always
lost a track of time
in a sip of wine
Around him
But never
an urge to fold my arms
Which no more mine
Ahh! not mine
I cannot draw time
and trace this
wring involvement
His mere presence
peaked my oxytocin's
Followed
My gushing
and blushing front on
Tough Oh! So Tough!
Couldn't keep any long
even the shining yellow
Blonde paved the way
A frost evening
To my worse
Forgot the worldly world
Made a pass
To CLINCH
He is an old school lover
No calls, no texts
or even letters
Indicates firm he'll wait
At a spot no other
I risk to trust
And trust so stiff
// That Deodar tree,
Up the terrain
Beholds and awaits,
even today and
In fact everyday. //
***
Author's Bio: Anandita Guleria is a first year undergraduate pursuing studies of Administration and Society at MCM DAV College for Women, Sector 36, Chandigarh. She hails from a small town, Dharamsala in Himachal Pradesh. She is intimately drawn to nature and loves weaving words.
pragmatic flight of imagination. superb control on words and expressions.
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