By Ms. Srishti Mudaliar
01/07/2012
Every
night you drive my carriage somewhere, nowhere,
Amidst
the chasing sprites and the winds ever famished,
You
then hand me out on a road pitch black, unblemished,
And
we follow the glowworms to tap round the flowers bare.
The
bright moon-beams upon a clear stream alongside glisten,
And
the stars sparkle in the calm, clear, merry, navy blue sky,
Between
them is our shikara and are candles
and is music shy,
And
only you and I to this unsung merry note can sing and listen.
Since
the day you stole me from my home and myself and brought me,
To
this unknown not so suffocating city, called my new home,
In
this little house and its little room fixed not so commodiously,
Every
morning when I wake up for a day ahead, not so wholesome,
This
dream of mine breaks up into fragments and then again it I see,
Reunites
besides me, on you and I live it again, not so vicariously.
