It is the festival of colours today and I
am colourless
I dipped my pen in the colours that
were motionless
I wrote down a few lines on the petals of
the lotus
I kept writing because they were of my
Pretty Lotus
The clouds lavished in the sky and the
blue rain fell
The pond began to fill to heal my aching
wounds well
Flowers of the yard smiled upon the
raindrops below
Colours shivered like a bereaved heart
beating slow
It was then that she appeared like the
speechless dew
It was like sweet sorrow and the world
of dreams anew
Softly playing the autumn melodies on
her pretty flute
She glanced at me like a trusty
messenger in her suite
Quietly conveyed to me at once the
secret of her love
Colours on her, created havoc in my
heart from above
Since then I am in more pain but
colours give me cure
What a worthy meeting in dream to
show love so pure
Even when the day has ended her
fragrance is here
The lotus is full of tears now and my
smiles disappear
I have known her for years but now
only store my tears
In the silent temple of my love I wipe
my falling tears
I am unable to see her but can
recognize her footsteps
She's in my memories to fade away
from the doorsteps
Who is she, coming with colours like
memorial dreams?
Lighting my life with her smiling glance
as a cool stream
The colours awaken my memory to
comfort my sorrow
Fills my heart with colours but what
about tomorrow?
With a sweet kiss on my closed eyes she
had to depart
My dreamy world of colours still
remains in my heart
Why do all these happen to the one who
is Home Alone?
Saroj Niwas is now the abode of two
souls living as one.
