Sudipta Mishra, Puri, 21 September 2024
I made promises to myself
For not falling in love again
Wet eyes bore the undeterred vows
For not crossing the same bridge.
I consoled my reckless self
In the woeful hours of those nights
I made trials to close my withered eyes
But I failed!
My desolate eyes chased the same dreams
Never knew that I would need you more than anything…
Now with an altered vision, I desire to clutch the magic of your presence.
It’s like the burning wick in utter darkness,
Like the melting wax of a candle…
Now, my ego is transformed into light
In the shrine of your divinely beautiful soul,
I am ready to fall in love again
Once more the eternal tales will be written!
