In morning dew
The murky sky and
Ethereal smell of drenched earth
A lazy cup of steaming tea
Half opened favorite book
Flapping pages,
Old movie songs humming along
Evening’s mood
Half-spoken words wrapped in flying kites
Window curtains waving at the breeze polite
I feel your haunting absence.
Let us walk in the woods
At least in short lived dreams
Reaping rain drops
Counting wild flowers
For that moment
Let’s be alive.
I am waiting at the boundary of life
Eyeing at inaccessible distant hills
Ready to repeat the mistake,
Spread the wings of passion
Let the soul rock and roll
The present has fallen asleep
Wake it up to step on footprints of love .
© ® Rashmi Mohapatra
