The Rhythm Of Her Quietness
by Orbindu Ganga

 

 

She was placid, gallivanting at

A pace known only to her, lento

And pianissimo, shying away

From the vogue. Mirroring

The firmament, sauntering

Along with the moon, a star

Often twinkled to see its 

Rumination in the mirror.

 

She schlepped solitude with

Finesse, streaming through the

Aisle, silence on either end.

The conticent tides schwa

The fragrance of enchantment,

Imbued at night, short-lived,

Drowned in her. Time flew 

As the auburn ascent came

In a coruscate, the golden

Speck scintillating for aeons.

 

The sweltering day left none

To pass by; all waited for

Eventide. The breeze caressed

Her cheeks, hovering along

The river, toting myriad emotions—

Being, flowing, seeing the sea,

And pausing. Let her diverge, 

To get immersed; her tears smiled to

Become the sea. Her salt and effervescence

Stayed forever, reminisced by all.

 

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