Night comes in my eyes like the dark kohl
That lines up the dusk sun in its jealous bid to outdo the
crimson red
And fills my palms with bizarre lights
They dance in my hands and tenderly kiss my tired lines of
destiny
Sweet glowworms, where did they come from?
I must be dreaming my daytime hallucinations!
Am I getting too jittery with these
Or are they really tickling my crease?
Uneasy at this invasion, I puff and blow
And whew!
Watch them fly, like dewdrops enveloping the stardust
The smoky breeze shimmering with a million chandeliers
Mom! You're talking in your dreams again, my son snuggles
by my side
Ah! Wish I could voice them loud enough, sweetie!
I kiss him lazily, and open my eyes
The glowworms are there, dancing in the morning rays,
seeping in through my window mesh
At a distance, the sun smiles.
Deepti Singh: I am a Doctor in Community Medicine in State Government service and writing and music is my passion.I love to experiment and explore, and my favorites in this regard are nature and human behavior.