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March 20, 2023

Maple Dreams

By Debarati Sen

Maple Dreams

Today I woke up to a pastel hued morning.
Had a platter of maple dreams for breakfast!
The sunrays stealing its way through the vertical louvres of the window blinds
Strobed around my room.
The sequins off my dress scattered on the floor
reminded me of our clandestine tryst last night.
The mosaic verses and the innocuous times.
The sudden crescendo of happy hysteria midst our prosaic lives.
That made me compose haptics poesy
that I could prod on a sombre noon.
The roaring gush of wind shook me up from my ictus.
The concerto of the drizzle broke my slumber and plunged me into the abyss of reality.
I tumbled headlong.
My body heavy like the tectonic plates
awaited a seismic release.
The rhetoric of grief gradually gnawed at my maple dreams.
Am I still your Innamorato?
I try to sleep again.
For my dreams are a safer place.

Article © Debarati Sen. All rights reserved.
Published on 2023-02-06
Image(s) are public domain.
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