The Swinging Dreams, poetry by Indrani Chowdhury at Spilwords.com

The Swinging Dreams

The Swinging Dreams

written by: Indrani Chowdhury

@indrani19975906

 

Post girlhood, as she stood in the threshold of viridescent youth,
With dreams, real, unreal but with a heart of gold,
The vivacious wind began confiding with her swinging heart,
Enlightening her about the upcoming bitter-sweet journey she was about to embark on.
She blushed, wondering when unbeknownst to her,
Her girlhood swing had metamorphosed into an embellished palanquin.
And with her throbbing heart, throbbing back and forth,
Engineered by the conspiring wind.
As she sat in her swing, she remained lost in her musings oblivious to everything.
The wind teased her by brushing her brown cheeks,
Which gave her the feeling of being kissed by a prince,
As she remained immersed in the sweet murmurings of her dreams.

The little girl stood in the swing,
To have a feel of riding on a carousel,
Of a seemingly everlasting carnival.
The wind became that one-horned unicorn,
Which took her to faraway lands,
Where she had a chance to participate in the so-called ‘unwomanly’ adventures,
Along with the regular jovial song and dance.
She paddled the swing fast to ride high with excitement,
To be a part of all this fun and merriment.
It was as if the wind,
Beseeched the two girls to remain lost in their world,
And weave their dreams while swinging in the bucolic lull.

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