Unapologetic —Ishita Gupta

A vast ocean

sometimes wild
like a child throwing
tantrums
sometimes ferocious
like a God wanting
revenge.

Then at times
it turned quite quiet
like a sleeping
baby
Then at times
it was a sweet mystery
like the song of an
apsara.

There were times
when pain overtook
like a bittersweet
rhapsody
there were times
when misery engulfed
like a huge black
shroud.

It was utter chaos
her mind
but somehow
the silken strings
that held onto her scattered
thoughts
came together like pieces
from a jigsaw
and her hands moving
of their own accord
swept over the canvas
and painted a
masterpiece.

-Ishita Gupta

The sea is a mystery too. Do read more mesmerizing words from Ishita Gupta

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