Diya Misri

Diya Misri Nov 2024

They blur,
Your eyes do,
With joyful serenity,
The lines fade,
With a single step,
Bold,
Afraid no longer,
Across,
Unexpected bright
That blinds,
And all I see,
Need not be said.

Diya Misri Nov 2024

Only Dream

Straw roof,
And a sea of pink,
Firm bricks sandwiched
Between sky and field,
Pink flows,
Where the sky ends,
Eternity grasps,
As the clouds bend.

— The End —