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:
Beautiful, Mukta. Really. :)
thank you, blue!
Post a Comment