Friday, September 04, 2009

When it rains, it happens...

Something shone on the marble floor
Something shimmered on the glass paneled door
Somewhere there was ivory light
Here, though, it was a blackbird night
Little sprays of promises
splattered through
restlessness in the dream
Inexplicably grew
Woke up to see silver mist
Threading perfect needles of rain
Woke up a fairy tale
Not seen before, and perhaps never again
Woke up to an ethereal haze
Shrouding everything in sight
And so, unseeing, I lost
My heart at two o'clock at night

2 comments:

Blue Athena said...

Beautiful, Mukta. Really. :)

Mukta said...

thank you, blue!