My Lady’s Silent Smile | A Prose Poem by Debesh Paul

In the gentle embrace of dawn, my day begins with a quest, a longing search for the one who once painted my world in hues of joy. Through streets whispered with our laughter and parks brushed with our dreams, I roam, a silent seeker in the light of day. Each night, under the cloak of stars that once promised forever, I stand alone, hoping against hope that she’ll return to me. My heart spills over in prayers, tears tracing paths of yearning, as I plead with the heavens to guide her back to my arms.

Like a ritual, marked by the sun’s ascent and descent, today unfurled in its familiar pattern. I traced our memories through the places that cradle echoes of our past, each corner a testament to the love that once danced freely between us. The hours, however, stretched long and empty — she did not come, her absence a shadow that grows with each passing day.

As the evening drew its veil, I found myself wandering back to the solitude of home, a heart heavy with the day’s silence. Yet, within the quiet of my own despair, I stumbled upon a glimpse of her — a photograph, a captured moment. It seemed as if the divine, moved by my endless prayers, had tossed me a fragment of hope. There she was, adorned in the colors of summer, a Sky Blue Kurti wrapping her in elegance, a tiny Bindi on her forehead marking her with grace. Her hair, a cascade of freedom, framed a face lit by a smile, a smile that had been my light in the darkest of times. A simple sky blue bangle adorned her wrist, echoing the simplicity of our love.

“My Lady,” slipped from my lips, a whisper filled with reverence and love. For the first time in months, a genuine smile broke through the fortress of my sorrow, kindled by the sight of her happiness. Yet, amidst the warmth of this moment, a chill of doubt crept in. Her smile, though radiant, seemed to carry a story untold, a melody unfamiliar. Does happiness truly embrace her, or is it a façade, masking the void I left behind? Does her heart wander in search of mine, or has it found solace in a world without me?

My mind is a tempest of worry for her well-being. Why must she, the epitome of strength and beauty, traverse through life’s trials without my hand to hold? The questions plague my nights, casting shadows on my hopes.

Yet, the promise of dawn brings with it a renewed vow — to seek her once more, fueled by a love that refuses to dim. With each sunrise, I will venture forth, driven by the memories of her smile and the possibility of our paths crossing once again. Will tomorrow be the day she steps out of the shadows and into the light of our love?

This journey, woven from the threads of longing and hope, stretches before me, endless and unwavering. My quest, to find her once more, to breathe life into the embers of a love that once set our souls ablaze. For in the depth of true love, there lies a power unmatched, a beacon that guides us through the darkest nights, holding the promise of reunion in the warmth of its glow. Tomorrow, as with every tomorrow that follows, I will seek her, for she is my heart, my joy, my lady.

Let’s Connect

If these words have resonated with you, if you’ve found a flicker of recognition in the echoes of longing and love, then let’s embark on a journey together. I welcome you to reach out and share your thoughts, your own tales of love’s triumphs and trials.

Feel free to drop me a line at debeshp6@gmail.com. I’m eager to hear your reflections, your musings, or simply to engage in a meaningful conversation. Let’s delve deeper into the tapestry of human emotions and connections.

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Thank you for joining me on this journey. Together, let’s navigate the winding paths of love and life, finding solace and inspiration in each other’s stories.

Warm regards,
Debesh