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The invisible woman


She is still there, staring into the wide navy blanket,
with diamond stones strewn all over,
she sits there with widened eyes moist with pearly tears,
lips dry and speechless she is,staring into nothing,
that rules everything underneath.

She slowly walks out into the sandy shores,
she rattles the waves with her tremendous arms,
but straightens herself on seeing the silvery bliss,
the silvery bliss pouring out from the huge hole in the nightly spread,
the pathway to heaven, welcoming her into innocence.

She ignores the rare invite and drowns herself
into the joyous cloak of transparency,though a bit salty,
she plunges fathoms deep into the solemn main,and
rolls herself onto the coarse shores of powdered gold,
thus she brings the shores in communion with frivolity.

She leaves them behind just to dance with the denser green,
she rocks forward and back, shaking off the heart of every man in there,
their hearts fall at her feet, in colours of green, yellow, red and brown.
They are swept across by her gentle moves and dart into the nothingness,
then the men stay unturned like rocks ,heart-barren and grief-striken.

She flies like a bird, though with much ease,
in here and there, everywhere,soothingly pats the stream,
and swirls happily, plucking flowers, fruits and even trees, at times,
in her journey, she ransacks, but never sacks a thing for her own,
she breathes life into the living and makes them smile.

She makes them smile and close their eyes,
she darts in and out of them making them survive,
she flies into the saddened soul and soothes it with her innate bliss,
she drizzles into the hard ground as fat drops of rain,
she makes joy out of anything, guess who she is?

Comments

  1. Quite a poignant and well-wrought verse, Gayathree. I especially like the way you have used precious metals to speak of THE woman but the jewels don't serve any purpose except for adding to the image. Very thoughtfully written.

    Joy always,
    Susan

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