By Chandan Dey

A short spell of rain
with a silvery hope,
a wavy peep
through the closed door,
and the quantum chemistry
between you and me
made the star studded sky
so dreamy on that day-

on a deserted day,
i sit by the window
see the smokes
from the burning incense sticks,
spirally vanishing
into the hole of disbelief…

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