ritwika raha Poems

In hollow hours,
In pristine white,
Mourning, she sat,
In her lonely fight,
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As clean, as beautiful
The mirror, I saw
The crafted grandeur
Beauty gorged of flaw.
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The skin was pale
The eyes in rest
The resting breath
Amidst million breaths
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The narrow strings of the shallow tears,
Runnel down without a fear,
Gliding and rolling,
Tainted with repentance
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The wound was raw,
The gore was red
The wind was cold,
From the north it fled
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Let us play a love story
Secretly, silently and obviously foully
Let's love each other with ardor
And with vows weighted with honesty,
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Deep behind the curtain thick
Lies a darkened room
Dwells an innocuous silence there,
In that speechless womb
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No chirping bird,
No blooming rose,
Blew the captive wind
And smoke arose
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The retiring sky in its golden attire
Merged with the vast sapphire,
The faded lines of the blurred horizon
Burnt in a distant saffron pyre
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I had a vision,
Long back torn
Which I still gaze at
And wish to be worn.
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