Other Probabilities
“Please.”
A befitting word for filling up the blanks. Today is a blessing so far, with bright sunlight and a moment of efforts perhaps could gather you with a butterfly wandering around on the grass, here and there, a rather nice beginning.
But...
You had darker circles under your eyes. A pale face with a depressed mood, and it is almost always about those gloomy darker shadows, that drags the inner mind in ponderance , how far I am in, already, without permission, or even with permission, without asking questions?
I had a hundred and thousand reasons to believe that it is a Big, Big No, to think for stopping, and to stop decisively.
And, I was pleading inside, all along, that it is also my insanity, caught up in between.
And I am just that.
I am still there.
You are too.
My observation has a meaningfulness of anxiety in me. Those gazes always needed to pause and pause in silence, in written texts of a beautiful poem, where a poet earns a kingdom of flying colors in the heavens and the earth, in blues and waving sounds and also about floating lives, as these are all about a poem, a poem meaningful enough, to be composed in the aftermath.
I did not look back.
I sustained with all my failures of those unspoken probabilities.
Like the footsteps of an unseen postman, on the other side of the door.
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Tamanna Ferdous
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