Something that was buried deep
Breathes and grows and blossoms bright
Something that sighed in the dark
Shows its face towards the light
The scent of jasmines in the wet air
Sunset spreading streaks of gold
Ripples basking in the moonlight’s glare
Delights my senses as of old.
Vague stirrings within me,beyond expression
Mellifluous echo of violins and drums
Rainbows and roses,happy confusion
Peace presiding over the dusk that comes.
It will not last, this hour, this mood
Like sun on snowflakes will melt away
Then uneventful boredom to make me brood
Waiting for the magic of another day.
nadirafromkannur 