The Other Side

By Vishikha Deogawnka

Retire into the grassy recesses

Quagmire is the expanse you behold

Malignant and repulsive are the flowers

Prettily dotting daintily, the conniving bushes

The faint lilt of the dim twilight

Fades, as the sound of your footsteps

Come closer,

Even treads, uneven breaths

Your fingers shake but resolute are your eyes

Your lips tremble but fierce are your smiles

Exquisitely intricate is the fine web which closes in

Immaculately trapping you in its woolly knots like

Steel manacles

Deceptive leaves conceal them

Seraphic illusions delude

Yet perfectly clear you see

Unaffected, untouched

Shoulders unbending

Despite the weight of the world overbearing

Carefree, benign and besieged

Childlike, simple and sombre

Unfathomable is your wand which weaves wonderful words

To spell serendipitous stories and spells

Into crystalline constellations

The only ones fortunate

Fortunate enough

To truly encompass,

Who you are

On the other side of the grass.

By Vishikha Deogawnka