Language of water

Exploring life's doors
You open a myriad of

possibilities for me,

A thousand doors, Some leading to destinations Some towards deceptions. Always leaving me curious to know which one is which.

I calm down to follow your

words, You speak in silence,

A peaceful mist Shaping to a drop and then dancing on waxy leaves of lotus, Each bead is a realm of possibilities.
I sit down next to the window to inhale the words you breathe,

the petrichor exuding from a parched earth aching for the first rain of summer,

There is so much life left in this burnt world.

heavy rain to feel your words rise

I walk out of the house in from every pore of my skin, When the cloudburst indulges a lavish pour

I walk the mud roads, Like the first unknown
footfalls of man, As a lush green of crops waits past the horizon.
You speak in metaphors

and cryptic life allegories,

that life is water

in a plethora of shapes and forms, and docentione atohad on ma

I soak in the elixir of tears

to heal the cuts
deceptions etched on me.

You open a myriad of possibilities for me, when you show me wounds heal themselves, Pain becomes an old friend and the most beautiful, humane feeling is to know

we are still loved.
D ay 9: I am writing this poem for National Poetry Writing Month, and I have used the April prompt by Kallol Mazumdar. If you have enjoyed my poem, I welcome you to read the others I am writing in Poetry Writing Month 2023.