–Parismita Bora
In the golden shimmering of the full moon
The blue pias glow like a newly wedded lady,
The slow gust of wind knocks at my door
And everytime I open the door
It abandons a chain of new thoughts.
Indecisiveness strikes me!
Yet, I try to focus only on a positive one.
But, where I lost myself?
Even the golden moon cannot fix a selenophile!
The conflict arises
Between my soul and heart.
Here, my soul craves for night wandering
And my heart ! Suffers from deep hypermnesia.
Both of them witness
A kind of sadistic zeal is harrowing me.
All of a sudden the aroma,
Comes from my garden
Captures my attention.
The sweet fragrance becomes addictive
And I feel too drowsy,
That forces me to leave the moon behind
And close the door at once.
[…] A young intellect and literary enthusiast, Parismita Bora is a post graduate in English literature from Assam University, Diphu, Assam. For last few years, she has been keenly associated with teaching as well. Her other work in trikaal is here. […]