Rema Prasanaa - ! E L U S I V E!

Plain white sheets I write on.....
one emotionless day stand still in front
its calm cold layers
freeze my fingers,
incarcerate mind’s fervor..
near I hear foot prints on sand
rain drops drizzle...
I hear.... tears from my eyes or
from the clouds above...
on grass I walk and I feel
so earthy, wisteria climbs and
drapes purple flowers on my dreams,
a sparrow so tiny finds a nest
on my bemused alphabets
wind blows slowly so softly and
whispers a secret, a fear
of a secret of a dream I dreamt
I take autumn colors
as its aroma is earth
and it is my color, a survivor
of my amber dreams
rest all shriveled as black, reflecting
life’s emptiness on the edge of a cliff
moving crowd....
as they move forward
no care, no feelings, no love
but flaunts a pale greed....
they move forward, in a hurry
in search of elusive self...

Rema Prasanaa

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