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Messages

Messages

She would write messages with her eyes
Dipping her glances into the ink of her kohl.

With a mere blink then she’d send off
Those missives sans destinations, no knowing
Who might receive them, who’d read them.
Though she never wrote a return address,
Eagerly she’d wait, hoping for a reply.

She would write messages with her eyes
Dipping her glances into the ink of her kohl.
I sat pondering over a Neruda verse, sitting at the
Bookstore corner wishing I knew Spanish, while
Absently overhearing two teens discuss Austen and
“You’ve Got Mail”; as if on a fated prophetic cue
I felt a knock on my heart and looked up in reply.

She had written a message with her eyes
Dipping her glance into the ink of her kohl.

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Jason Brown

A subtly detailed picture, painted in small telling moments.

Quietly thrilling...like that first flush of attraction.

Perfect!

J ;)

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Sambit Kumar Pradhan

Indeed. "...first flush of attraction." I couldn't have summed it better. 
Shukriya Jason.  :)

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Deborah Evans

Hi Sambit This is so lovely 
I enjoyed every word of the imagery you created 
Great write 
Best wishes Debs 

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Sambit Kumar Pradhan

Shukriya so much Deborah! Much appreciated. And best wishes to you too. :)

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