It was never easy to decipher her face,
Her crabbed visage,
Displayed convoluted emotions,
And some intricate illusions,
That seemed grueling to trace.
They assumed they could,
Read her mind,
And were pompous,
About their unprecedented find.
She didn’t let them,
Escape from their flawed motions,
Held her countenance firm,
And allowed them to flow,
In some pseudo notion.
For she lived,
In a specter world,
Vulnerable inside,
Scared to be dragged,
In some labyrinth hurl.
And she waited to find that one soul,
Who could comfort her,
Pierce her impenetrable views,
And like some magical spur,
Bolt her away,
From her tangled world.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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As beautiful as always!❤
Thanks so much, Rich ❤️
Beautiful,We all seek that solace in our hearts.
Lovely..It loved it.
Lovely…I loved it.
Absolutely my friend. Thank you so much for commenting
Good morning.
Morning. I am so busy not able to write as well 😊
I can understand and you must be feeling so frustrated.Being creative is an addiction.
You said it. It is hard
Believe me when I was on vacation for almost a month..attimes it felt like prison,
Thanks so much. Much humbled by your kind appreciation
😊🌸
I can imagine. Few more days 😊🌸
Then you will be on a roll
Lol