The renegade flowers embroider the pond skin: there is no wind today, clouds pregnant, tired, waiting.
A girl tossed a ring into the pond once;
it's still there, a fish-toy.
The gold gleams in the underside of the lily-pads,
where the sunlight never comes. In the dusk, you can see candles of lilies lighting the ink air. The buds become sequins and a jade-dressed bird surveys the pond, a prince by himself in his palace. And in the morning, when the sun yawns apricot, we see a bird flying in the air, a diamond glinting in its beak. And somewhere, a girl is thinking of a lost ring, dead dreams,
and if fishes ever fall in love.
Priyanka Sacheti is a writer based in Bangalore, India. Priyanka previously lived in Sultanate of Oman, United Kingdom, and United States. She has been published in numerous publications with a special focus on art, gender, diaspora, and identity and is presently an editor at Mashallah News. Her literary work has appeared in Berfrois, The Lunchticket, and Jaggery Lit and two of her short stories were featured in international anthologies. She's currently working on a short story and a poetry collection. An avid amateur photographer, she explores the intersection of her writing and photography at Instagram: @iamjustavisualperson. She tweets @priyankasacheti1.
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