i went looking
for the flowers,
but was charmed
by the lifeless trunks, instead,
that seemed obscure,
and still friendly,
firm, yet gentle,
concealing more
than they revealed,
as if to tell
it's just a short spell.
in the quiet of
the dry leafless trees,
and the soothe
of the breeze,
was a moment of peace
to go back to,
like the lure of
the gentle shoulders
to lean on
for a tired heart,
tired of hope,
and,
of fighting despair!
lost
in distant thoughts,
i sipped every moment
of the waning dusk,
a little warm,
not far from cold
as it lit up once,
bright as it could
until the last drop.
waiting
with bated breath
i lay on the bare rocks
dreaming -
how beautiful
it'd be to fade away,
head against
the warm shoulders
eyelids drooping
yet, unyielding strength
that light up once,
craving to see
a pinch of dusk!
© sashikant mohanty
