Just like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her.
Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...
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#THEMAHALAYAEFFECT
As the inky black 4 am skies, Faded to the 5 am blush pink The emotions came flying on The wings of hope with a wink
"Missing me you all?" The feelings asked with a smirk As the lazy youngsters' eyelids, Danced open with a twirk.
The radios have been long replaced, By YouTube connected to Bluetooth Friends became the family in hostel, But the togetherness does soothe
The nostalgia of home, Blended with the excitement to welcome 'Her' The hiraeth is strong but the desires Rage stronger and we huddle together
The chanting of the stories of power, Flooded the morning air Mahalaya marking the welcome of, The greatest festivity of the year.
There's no crackers anymore sounding, There's no more the cheer in the air, why? The clouds however float fluffy white As the sun smiles from the lap of the sky
The times may have changed, The situations to us don't affect But on this occasion every year we feel, The same old Mahalaya effect
