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Aarohi Greene

Abstract

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Aarohi Greene

Abstract

Dulcis Aura

Dulcis Aura

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Walking through the gloomy lane,

A sweet, gentle breeze kissed my forehead,

Bringing with it the poise of fane,

And the sweet taste of mead.

Gaining strength, it made my robe sway,

Transmitting shivers all through my soul.

There stood I, my hands drifted away,

Was it a breeze for life, or a ghoul?


With eyes closed, I felt every bit of it,

Calmness and relief it gave me.

It became stronger and grasped me—such was its grit.

I wanted to stand there forever, it was my glee.

My hair it did caress,

Entangled, they hid my eyes,

The breeze itself moved the strands of hair from my face,

I was utterly enticed.


 I opened my eyes to find the gloomy lane    Had turned into a beautiful walk.

Oh! What a beauty everything had gained!

Was it a magic or was it my luck?

I began walking again, with the breeze against me.

I couldn’t be happier. I looked around

At the golden lane and the beautiful trees,

At the flowers scattered on the ground.


And suddenly, the breeze began losing strength,

It grew fainter and fainter.

I panicked foreseeing its death

As, to me, it was my petter.     

                    

The breeze did die away,

And the same gloomy lane was again in front of my eyes! 


Now only memories remain of how the breeze

Made my soul sway.

Was it a blessing, or a vice? 

 

Tear eyed, I am walking through the lane alone,

With the sweet memories of the gust of wind,

Waiting for another similar breeze along,

Or maybe the same gust of wind.

Every moment I ask myself ---

Was it an illusion, or was it real?


 A short note for the readers ~~

In the course of our lives, we get attached to certain people or situations, here symbolized by ‘DULCIS AURA’, meaning ‘SWEET BREEZE’ in Latin. Life is not gloomy or beautiful itself. It is how we perceive it. When those people or situations drift apart, we feel lost. The greater the attachment, the stronger is the emptiness that it brings with it. We, thus, wait for either same or similar people and happenings in our lives while trying to fight with our loneliness and emptiness.


        


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