“MIST”- Nayana Nair

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Leaves here and there

peaking through

the white blank canvas,

As your silhouette vanishes

in the heavy dense fog

that only makes way for the light from the lanterns.

And I stare at the blankness

In the direction that holds my eye

For so long that I no longer know

which path you came and where you went.

The “not-knowing” gives me hope

That this mist holds an essence of you,

It holds a promise of you.

Promise that  you have come back

That you never went,

that you were always here

Its just me that lost her way.

And for ages the promise was kept

for you came back each time.