Grow

by Saheli Gosh

Hurricane, tempest, storm

Make sure you choose a name for your soul refusing to sleep.

Friday, Saturday, Sun                                                                                    

The week begins as it ends in the sobs and the weep.

Longing, craving, thirst

Your movements must know what conjures within.

Flashlights, streetlights, Moon

In the world of returns, have their own ways of leading.

Fingers, forehead, chest

Practise planting kisses in every deserted corner.

Formals, black dress, Tee-s

Every next keeps reminding you of the former.

Rantings, dancing, smiles

Stolen moments are what keeps you alive.

Groceries, bookshelves, toys

It's so often that you ask yourself, "How could I be so naive?"

Evening, midnight, dawn

That's all it ever took the universe to regenerate.

Strength, belief, hope

Keep them close as you learn not to bring yourself to hate.

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Saheli Ghosh is an English Language Teacher at the Ramakrishna Mission Institute of Culture in Kolkata, India. She has completed her Masters in English and is currently pursuing her B. Ed. from Loreto College. A wandering soul, she believes herself to be a phoenix willing to make the ashes count through words. Her works have been published in the Ariel Chart International Literary Journal.