Sayani Mukherjee

As Love Is

My two penned casual curls
Homeland a borderless journal
People’s miscommunication
Haunted blinds
God's own country has fallen asleep
Outside glimmering
Shaping of thoughts
Kites toys pencils crayon days
Love’s beauty has its own bliss
Torrential calmness
As a fish out of water
Gets water
A splashing lyrical rhythm
No boundaries
It floats
Like mothers are mothers
Like children are sweet
Candies soft touched skimmed milk
Love’s beauty
In God’s own country
Only bliss of rain
Amidst out of love
Only Love pours.

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