A Slice of Life

I had picked up a lemon grass leaf On a walk through the wilderness. A souvenir, it would be, I thought To reminisce the day's scenic frames.  As I cleaved off the tip of the leaf It let off an aroma, engulfing the woods.  Fascinated, yet numbed by the fragrance, I was reminded of the girl with many moods. Carefully, I preserved it in my hands Hoping to smell it often, as I trudged back; My hands became the leaf, and the leaf my hands Forgetting life, beyond the forest track.  But when the time came, for me to reach home, I found the leaf to be shrunken and brown; All that was left, were traces of its scent, As a memory of the leaf, I could not own.  Artwork by: Tanmayee Chakraborty

I was amidst the lush of the forest, On a silent night; the moon shining bright, Occasionally, nudged by the whisper Of the pine trees; it was a pretty sight.  But even the beauty of a faraway land Could not make the wrong a right. My heart sat quietly in the dark, knowing That it would never glow in your light.  Artwork by: Tanmayee Chakraborty