By Geethu V Nandakumar
For you, I would be those spaces between the words-- empty and forgotten For some, I would be those backgrounds disguised in an attire of white. Look for me and if I am imperceptible to your eyes, read the dialect of silence within the interiors of its voidness. Recite the eclogues that's encrypted in it. Unravel the dots and labyrinthine patterns concealed behind its flowing cape. Drown into the stillness it beholds. Read the tales it enfolds. You may find meaning to the words that it accompanies. Count down the cerulean pearls of hidden emotions lingering in its pristine white sea. For if there had been no spaces, Then those words would have been mere bodies -- dead and buried. If you see this, Stare at those spaces for one last time And you will see me, like a tangerine sun that creeps into the hazy sky chanting triolets of the deepest of desires!
Geethu V Nandakumar, is a post-graduate student of English language and literature. A writer by passion, her writings chronicle harsh realities of human life and multitude of thoughts that often unfurl into a world of hope, new understanding and transformation.
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