Creation
From nothing, it evolved,
solidified into a figment
wafting in the wind to
connect with you, me and
the freedom of the breeze.
Did it come from the Universe —
this idea, this thought? Did
it ride on a sunbeam or fall
with stardust on a dry leaf
floating towards an unknown
infinity — a distant dream of
an unformed mind, open but
lost in a kingdom of its own?
Did it then, fall on a flower
and stay till a butterfly supped
on the nectar? A bit of it again
touched the iridescent colours of
the wings. The mind swinging
in the playground, stopped and
watched as the colours descended
on the hand like a beautifully
painted fan. The smile radiated
into sunshine and a rainbow
filled the sky. Something had
awakened in the soul and no one knew why.
Mitali Chakravarty founded the Borderless Journal with the hope of peace under an unbordered blue sky.
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