The half-painted odyssey: A poem by Ankurita Khajanchi

Engraved in polychromes, carved in kaleidoscopic sheen

A tale unfolds, with a heart all green

The recital begins, striking many a chord

With messianic passion, to walk the deep ford

Town painted all red, at the apotheosis fulfillment seems certain

An odyssey begins, insouciant of what would bring down the curtain. 

Fervid and fiery like an unsheathed sword

Sweet as honey and bitter as a gourd

Experiences are vivid, unsatiated with the wee

Until it reaches the crossroads, facing the grueling devil and the deep sea 

The dreams that terminate here, leave behind ashes of the yore

But the odyssey that continues, keeps bringing the waves back to the shore.

The unfinished is neither done, nor the fragrance retires

The heart is haunted by the shadows, it so fondly desires

The ink might dry, or the pen might stop, the story yet to see its fate

When a dream is half painted, the agony does excruciate

The yearning that strangles, between letting go and getting done

The hankering so intense is accompanied with apprehension

The story that begun, was all zealous to contend

And the odyssey that continued awaits an unruffled end...