The Calling

By Deeksha Agrawal

An ocean full of wisdom as tiny

as a dot of light consumed all vocabulary on a sleepless night

Neither intoxication nor an addiction perhaps euphoria of a sleep-deprivation

A whole capsule of drugged visions, and epiphanies Epiphanies

what a term! enchanting literature more than metaphors

Callings rhyme

and dance with fingers getting rid of stiffness in the threads

that thoughts witness

From gold to sand

the color didn't change but texture did

and so did the perception about what is treasure

From new moon

to tresses of the Goddess Black stays black

until gray occasionally peeks

through the window of shallow beliefs into a world

painted with the smoke and ashes of kind men

By Deeksha Agrawal