Syllables of silence ― Kaalicharan and Fernfly

Sometimes in between the paragraph 

while you look for that lost word 

or when you draw that doodle on the marginalia

a pencil dangling in your slender fingers

caressing that lock of untamed hair

and in the smile that can be a simile 

or in the grace that shines through your unpolished nails

like a story untold

There, in that moment bereft of lipstick or mascara,

you always look beautiful.    

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