• Nandini Sengupta

Lore of thy song

Updated: Apr 1

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

@metaphors_of_life





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