The Darkest Desire

The wayfarers dropped by for a smoke and stumbled upon some of my poems. O, I felt embarrassed. Those were not just poems, but some secret music that I had never played. Those were not just poems, but some secret notes which I did not want them to read. And the conversation followed:

Did you write these poems?
No, in a way I did, in a way not either!

To the world it might seem some words, to me, these are not just poems, these are some prayers answered!

These are some of the little ripples that I borrow from the infinite ocean.

How so I wish, I be overwhelmed forevermore thus,

How so I wish, I get consumed by the ocean forever,
I sailed long before, and now after all that turmoil, the horizon seems nearer than ever,
I do not wish to go back to the shore from here..
How so I wish, I be overwhelmed forevermore thus!

©Debanjalee Sen, 2019

Thank you for reading:)

Namaste.

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