Only if I could paint the whole sky
With a hefty cloak of lead
So dense,enough to gulp the sun-
Drenching two century's dry deed
Every dance then
Would throw the curtain!
Unfinished and uncertain.
Lines of beautiful monsoon stain!
---Perfume of the wet sand grains
Folded touchy letters that's
six months old,faded pages---unread.
So, I'd let those stagnant words
become the new paper boats!
Those little vehicle of childhood nostalgia--Awaken intoxication,
insignias so deep
Every worries would then fall asleep!
The water lilies would get their favorite
grey cloudy thoughts,
Melancholy yet a
Picturesque mood---
along with floating royal white swans.
Muddy footprints in solitude,
Gravels running through a pond--
Pleasent aloofness mound.
A forgotten umbrella would fly
in the heart of this rainy phase--
Then all of a sudden,
she'd come,
Wearing the poetic streams of verse.



© Subhajit