Impressions

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Wading through the cool spring river
Watching the pink flamingos flying by
Inhaling the earthy scent of petrichor
Brushing those fingers against a sack of rice
Tasting the summer mangoes lying ripe in the fruit basket
Breathing upon your lover’s neck, listening to the sighs
Standing on the threshold of nostalgia
Feeling that lump ache within your throat
Festering in the pool of past horrors and exposed secrets
Howling at the unfairness of life’s bumpy roads
Immersing your soul in the solitary hours of midnight
Waking up and facing the naked sun drying up your tears
Picking up a paint brush or a pen or a ladle
Bending to the wind without blowing away.

© Kaustabh Kashyap