I was like an empty pitcher
till you filled the void with subtleties of love
I sat like a dumb doll
pining for respite from the womb of decay
season after season passed
echoes of deafening silence…
haunted my mind’s foggy pathway
I bloomed …when you painted me with your hue
your loving gesture silenced thousand muffled moans
pampered my crushed soul
I gladly shed old ensembles
was ready to born anew
million dreams hidden under crevices of unspoken words
overhauled for an instant brew
O! Alchemist
you have cast me in a strange amalgam
your gentle but deft strokes
have chiseled a new me out of plain and non-glamorous
now I am more like you
you may agree or differ
Yet, I do not know
why….I pine for my carefree days
nuggets of childhood wrapped in innocence
countless unbridled joy bunched to moments
my mind spins a different yarn
every time I fondly recall our first date
where you vowed to love me dearly till last breath
and your quaint whispers to embrace me in toto
I want to be more like me…. one more time
just help me be.
~ Sujata Dash
Bhubaneswar, India