My shattered shadow pines for my form,
as fragrance seeks to fill a vacant trance,
my dreams I set ablaze to adore the norm,
in floral hues, blooms the scent of silence .

The old streets of the ancient town
take my chariot astray through the hesitant traffic,
I don't look simply at the passing crowd
as I can clearly see their frustrated shroud.

Vulgar details I seek not anymore,
thousand shades hide in prime colours;
tides and waves of despair, I ignore
as happiness of a voyage rests peacefully ashore.

© Kakoli Ghosh

Published in Glomag, May,22