The Golden Streets Of Mysore

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The senile street poles that speak of silver light, sparkling on me, like the magical creatures that flash through my eyes greeting me in my dreams..

The shadows cast on the road, telling me I'm not the only one left behind. 

The smiling constellation making me wish for a shooting star. 

The old lonesome tree with its weeping leaves held together by its brave branches assuring me I'm not alone.

The meandering tone of a familiar song causing quiver to my bones.

The baby plant enclosing my heart in its bushiness..

The rustling sand struggling to breathe under the tyres of a ferocious modern bus, spilling out dust, sinking into a pool of glitter on a pavement, spelling love. 

A young girl sitting beside a pale, glass window, staring into the night, her mind clicking pictures of little things, her brain making notes of each and every moment as it passes by, her pupils refusing to meet any other soul.. 

The wind splashing her hair through her face, begging her not to leave as it beholds her fading into a different, yet another mysterious memory.

27/11/2017🦋

Comments

  1. The Moon's BOYFRIEND October 15, 2021 at 11:05 AM

    It's like you wanna go... but you are scared,you still want to tho... more than your fears, so your mind keeps following the beauty around you,feeling everything... and... ig ik this girl who sits by the window, she sounds a lot like Selene.

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  2. ChelseaOctober 15, 2021 at 11:44 AM

    💯

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  3. ChelseaOctober 15, 2021 at 11:45 AM

    Bring it out girl !....waiting 4 more...

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  4. Tomichan MatheikalOctober 15, 2021 at 9:03 PM

    So many entities for company and yet the young girl's heart is yearning for something else.

    Great verse.

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  5. UnknownOctober 15, 2021 at 11:08 PM

    Keep going.....

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  6. Pooja MahimkarNovember 26, 2021 at 9:35 PM

    This is so beautifully written!

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