An Alibi of Dreaming
Life does not converge Always
At a point as it should.
But I witnessed
The artist’s mind
On that rare moment,
When a softer hue started
An asymptote journey for infinity.
He saw a sadness in her dreamy eyes
He saw a mystic smile on her face.
He saw her impeccable face
Touched by a softer light,
The light that once
Silently reached
Her dark, curly hair.
Life does not converge always
At a point as it should.
But the pathway helps
The artist’s mind, to resonate
The inflection, cadence within.
Life is all about meeting someone,
Finding some way, for an alibi of dreaming.
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2019
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