By Nitya Sharma
A dew drop
Embracing the yellow of the sun
Cascading like a waterfall
Onto the transparency of the pearl
The pearl studded onto the petals
Of a freshly breathing lilac
Now looked like a pretty girl
Dressed in dark mauve
With a yellow brooch, a brilliant shine
Adorning her torso so fine
On a frosty winter morn
Ran a brunette
Breathing sweet as was she
In swivels
Which woke the air so still
Into a merry fairytale of dancing pixies
She rushed across the bazaar
Across all doors open ajar
Out to the fields went she
The fields of the impish glee
There danced five thousand lilacs
Like the ten thousand daffodils in Wordsworth’s
Under the winter sun, like ballerinas
Like chittering crickets atop a hill
Like raindrops pattering
Against the window sill
Beside this dance she sat
She combed her hair
The lilac with the yellow of the sun
Now glistened, up in her bun
From beyond the valley
Where the dance echoed
A pair of eyes twinkled
Blue like the marbles
She played with
The dance of the lilacs
Now mellowed
As her cynosure became the boy
An old music in her heart
And him? He knew lovers never part
Years had flown
From the book of the lovers
Once parted, now there and back again
She stood still
While he came from beyond
To this valley of the lilacs
The same smell of her sweetness
To her, his same old charm
One the wick, the other the flame
Him, a warrior, her, a dame
The dance grew louder
For together they danced
In that moment, they fell again
In love they fell, they fell again
In her eyes, he saw his world
She heard his heart in hers
The sky became yellow and red
The dusk was fiery, just like them
Across the lilacs swaying merrily in rows
Two people danced, the lovers in sombreros
Absolutely loved it!
Beautifully written nitya loved reading it all best n hope to get to read more
This is beautiful, one of the best things I’ve read in forever… The poet has real insight in life, and seems very wise. Would love to meet her one day.