She stood in sunset – a silhouette of svelte grace,

Breeze coiffed her auburn tresses with dexterity,

Like a folktale she unwound in gushing smoothness.


I had known her since our childhood days,

But never did I ever fathom her mystic soul,

She hung like a scintillating question-mark around my life.


But time the ever-sweeping brush wiped out the pained mysteries,

Pointing to a future of tantalizing possibilities,

The promise of life never looked brighter.


Possibilities are more powerful than glittering prizes,

Eternity is more enchanting than a grand moment,

Pristine dreams are sweeter than embellished joys.




Suffern, New York, April 17, 2018






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