I pick a colour with a wet brush,
And sweep the canvas with a twist,
To paint a moment that was, is and will be ,
My love forever !
The moment has a smile as beautiful as the morning ray!
The moment has eyes of loyal faith and a mysterious hue !
I simply felt so loved !
It was a pleasant surprise with no queries.
It was a simple gesture but I still fail to find
A way out of the maze it engulfed me in !
I had no hope in the dusty shades
Of the unending sagas!
But it stood with open arms
To fill me with hope!
Don't be surprised if I say it is instead of it was !
All the others passed in time;
All but a moment !
It has stood by me all throughout!
I only know because I caught a glimpse or two of it;
More often than not in my own vistas of the real images of time!
Manjita Das
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