Millions of thoughts are queued in the mind
And one of them wandered like a nomad with unrequited questions
Nobody to console
And no barricade to stop on borders
An intense fragrance of the burning camphor
Silently transported me to a dreamland
Where I feel the aroma of turmeric and vermilion
It envelops me and wipes out insipidness
Along take me to the paradise of reminiscing the days painted in ample colours
Memories deck out and create waves in the heart
Cheeks are soaked with salty tears
And I stare into the darkness.
© jayadev