The Smoke Cleared Again

By Madhurima Sengupta

The room was quiet

The whirring fan was unplugged

Everything I ever thought of,

Seemed unreal.

The blueness above me had never seemed so lucid Unwritten forevers were ripped apart in the dusty fluid I had always been quieter, less opinionated less me.

Tried to shrink,

Not let myself be.

What if I had always wronged myself?

What if I could do it all,

but was too scared to watch my dreams fall? I was standing in the haunted grave

Of my Intoxicated dreams

Looking up at the infinity

Wondering what medicine did the stars possess Shaking the core of my fidelity

Crafting storms

Making me kneel before time

But maybe it was my hour to refine

All the pieces had to fall in place

My midnight wonders had to take pace.

I wanted to tell you about the trees i saw today And the clouds coming your way

The ocean seemed kind

And I knew you wouldn't mind

When I told you I got hurt, then healed again Looked like a fool

for the adventure of being alive

Without being realistic

I Danced with the wild

I became the beautiful, brave soul again. Life is a miracle of miracles.

And The city shined brightly through the smoke again.

By Madhurima Sengupta