Fleeting Silence

By Damien Basumatary

Like a bee, twirling around the moist, fragrant flower,

My mind runs on its own, as I see those hidden smiles.

Her very essence grants me such pure pious pleasure;

Her unmatched angelic eyes make me run a few miles.

A nightingale, singing through the gusty falling leaves:

Her voice widespread, navigating the trees in coulomb;

Her carols in harmony- my wounded chest she weaves.

What a melody, as if this soul's been saved from gloom!

As bright as those vibrant butterflies in the meadows,

Her charm beams a myriad fireworks in the night sky:

How graceful, her coloured attire, my body just froze-

My heart leaped a beat from delight- I could truly die.

"Don't go yet, lay beside me, on this soft carpet grass;

Let's gaze together, at the stars under the moonlight-

I don't intent to harass, please, don't break like glass.

It's scary, don't you gently wane away from my sight!"

Yet, she goes apart, like a stranger with no heartbeat,

Into the void of boundless silence, slowly vanquished-

Her goal to exist was to make hearts feel incomplete,

To cut even deeper, the aches she mended and kissed.

I wonder, if the devil's deal would convince those feet:

She's gone too cold with time like a mysterious breeze,

Turning our moments into tiny fragments, bittersweet

Like a two edged sword, finally, drove me to my knees.

By Damien Basumatary