The Choice is a River

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 I  made a choice
 hopped on the boat
and paused 
to look at thee
resembling a lot like me
but also not me
while I  embroidered patterns 
a little bright 
a little sober
on the pashmina that conceals 
that image engrossed in endless reverie.
 

The cascading river
took twists & turns
meandering wildly 
as I searched for the reflection 
now no more visible
a state of despair & then a  roar.
Now the river feels warm
entering the  sluggish mode
as I sit on the same boat 
and slowly as I lookup
the clouds float so speedily
winking at me 
as I hold on to HIS hand firmly
the image now  is a little clear
resembling a lot like me 
but also not  me

Love ,
Chinmayee

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Jeff Flesch says:

    A gorgeously reflective poem, Chinmayee. Love it. 💕

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you so much , Jeff for all the love. means a lot.

      Like

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