ROOPAL JAIN
dear T
there’s a reason to my obsession
when red and yellow abandoned me in a land
where my skin was of a color
everyone worshipped but no one wanted
the purple dress smiled at me
like an infant smiles at her mother
when she returns home;
home-
mine was made of hearts colder than the 1941 russian winter
the desperate search for warmth
led me to the terrace of a building
‘‘the pavement floor 12 storeys down
will be my final blanket’’-it was then that
my eyes spotted a violet umbrella through the rain
‘how rare’ i wondered
‘so are you’ my soul cried out;
this is part of the reason why i smiled at you
on that sultry summer afternoon
your lilac shirt reminded me of
that rainy day- the same way one remembers
their first kiss-an event that changes nothing around you
but changes you;
‘‘always start a new chapter in life after seeking blessings
from the guru’’ my mother used to say-
so now you know why i want to be proposed
in France, amidst the rows of lavender;
purple is the only messiah i have known
and you my only true blessing.
Bewitching, enchanting , beautiful , mesmerizing and every syllable rhymes with my heart beats! 🦋