Immersed in a symphony of longing and nostalgia, Debarati finds solace in ethereal dreams — exclusively for Different Truths.
The fragrance of longing percolated my senses. as the scarlet creeper crawled up my shoulders, leaving me with the nostalgia of bygones. A yearning filled me to the brim as a dream escaped from my mind and went up to the hills to have a parley with the clouds. It stood at the crest With its arms wide open soaking in the placid night. As the city went to bed and the lights in the hills went off the fireflies came out of the bell to fly off to another dimension. As the moss gathered inside my mind My poems refused to move. While my dream spoke of her dream to travel across sands of time. And to feed on star dust To cherish her soul. To leave all its woes far behind and never return to this mundane world again where her wings are clipped and her eyes are blurred with the scorching heat of reality. And all this while I sat close by, Listening to my dreams Speaking of her dreams.
Picture design by Anumita Roy