By Munmun
The sun, the glaring sun must drop
to make way for the moonlit path
The path, the path on pebbles built
to lead you to the fort of charm
The fort whose walls creepers weave
with flowers coloured dark and deep
Deeper the fountains sink and spring
To lull one to an endless dream.
Oh give life, a life of charm
An artists’ pallet, colours warm
Marbles splashed with poet’s thoughts
Of love, of lust, of death, of frost
Let beauty come in the form of you
You whose feet I wash with blood
Till each my veins sap dripping dry
They stare at us, the stars above
Ha! What music stirs the wind
The wind excites corridors lost
Come to life you crystal beings
Beings of past, you beings of dreams
At your feet my harp I play
Creation – you’re my only way
You moonlit walls, you pillar strong
You are my truth, all else is wrong
Wrong as the sun, the glaring day
I sing of shadows, that’s my way
For when your candles wake to spark
I feel a splash inside this heart
Vision like a fairy comes,
Comes and holds my finger tight,
And leads me through a maze of gold,
That gold, I write of that untold
Each feeling like a creeper grows
Grows covering me from head to toe
Oh what bliss your birth brings on
Raising thunder raising storm
Each red bud will bloom, it will
shadows of love, save or kill
One more stone on the path I lie
One more stone to the castle high
Reality? Dream? Of what afraid?
What is lost, all done and said?
The End
Photography – Gautam
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