In the autumn of the day
when the crimson of the sun
merges with the indigo sky,
when raag Yaman reverberates
with the sweet essence of the gale,
the eccentric colors of your love
smear me in a rainbow of ecstasy;
makes me incapable to compose
the poetry of our raptures-
the reed awaits on the palm leaf
all splashed and tinted.
The fire of the glowing lantern
douses with moving of the time,
the raag is now faintly heard,
the cinders of your frenzy still
burn within the sinews of my heart,
a string of the sitar gets broken
as your hands play on mine
rendering me helpless
as I attempt my riyaaz;
my restless mind searches
for the rhythm and beats,
all messed up with the
syllables of your voice
as it falls on the strings
of my sweltering breath,
your one enthralling glance
is enough to last a lifetime...
By Nandini Sengupta
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