The gift of a momentOn an endless dayA fleeting glimpseTo cheer the way…..A captive sky in the depths of a wellOn cloudless nightswhen galaxies fellNeem leaves tremblingtranslucent bright,In the sunlight’s waveringcaress of light.Raindrops splatteringin abandoned delight.Sparrows splashingpuddles of liquid light.A jewelled cobwebin the sun,The wind in my faceWhen the day is done.
Rainbows are not for everyday …Their essence is transcience,The bitter sweet poignanceOf a beloved who died young.Born from the slow dyingOf a million rain dropsThey cast a magic spellOf laughter and tearsOn all my empty days.Rainbows are not for everydayI keep them folded awayFor a rainy day.Till a magical fragmentOf memory Explodes …..And they blaze …
Since the day you splashedUpon a grey and empty dayAn exuberant rainbow I cannot face the challengeOf an empty page. Now, I’ve learnt to my own coloursPainstakingly one by one. Violet and indigoBlue and greenYellow, orange and redThey stand there one by oneIn stiff self-conscious bands Their studied gaietyAn affront to spontaneityI don’t know how …
