Festivals are blissful as always
Colours, brightness and aroma together rejoice the minds and sights
And ferry us back in time in a moment
With the twilight started feeling amort
I wish this festival never ends
And the precious moments to be immortal
Out of sunset's red into the gloomy sea
A hasty twinge run through my veins
Frigid cold quenches my thoughts
The mind flies like a kite deserted from its string
Without any destiny or desire
Suddenly everything disappeared into the darkness
There the arrival of red clouds hovering in the darkness
And fall like the red rain on the wind of my breath
On that day I wish flowers on the earth
Will bloom in red to rejoice my thoughts.
© jayadev