Written by Ayush Banerjee
I admired her,
every moment of the day,
as she caressed her curly blue hair
beautifully shaped as
balmy and merciless waves,
dressed in minute grains of sand.
She looked so peaceful
yet her eyes looked
like a poignant tragedy;
from miles up here
that sometimes I dreamed
about lying motionless, beside her.
During the day,
we spoke quite less
as there were interruptions
by those who spoke
the language of the land,
as we would spend hours gazing into each other’s eyes.
As noon would pass by
and the sun would learn its time,
she knew how to make me smile
by reflecting my colours on her skin
and it is then that I realised
that she accepted my colours,
while I, hers.
The dark blue and red
with tinges of yellow
slowly gave away to the night sky
as she was all alone now,
her face sulking,
as the sound of her waves were
just enough to keep her awake.
She would not look towards me,
and hid her face
behind the giant rocks;
I luminated her forehead
with a dash of the moonlight,
as she looked up to me, again,
the reflections of the stars
starting filling her emptiness.
Simple is not the word
yet it was less complicated
than those who could
express and communicate,
who were close to each other,
but for me and her,
the sky and the sea,
we were always close
and accepted
each other’s reflections,
yet we were far
from being a fairytale.
