Lady Shri Ram College for Women
Black bead in the earring, sienna raw,
Solitary solitaire in the ring’s claw,
Flustered kohl that diffuses with every blink,
Drop of black staining the bedsheet, pink
Sometimes lonely nights befriend
A lonely heart, a vagrant.
In the hushed silence of the house quiet
I am alone, quite
Sitting in liquid silence
Simple, secluded silence
Listening to the rhythm of remnant drops of the rain drizzle
Seeping in the droplets with which my fingers fiddle.
Makes me wander, makes me wonder
Makes me fly, makes me glide
Gliding through the magical sky
One with the wind passing by
Plummeting in the water whirl
Pirouetting in the white sheets’ twirl
Basking in the iridescence of scenery
Gazing at sky, reflecting greenery.
Makes me think, think deeper
Thinking through in the time’s recesses,
Meaninglessness in the life’s excesses,
Aimlessly wandering in the woods dark,
Brightens the void, the contrast stark.
Makes me love, love more
As serene as ever, that quiet moment of silence.
As overwhelming as ever, that joyful moment of happiness.
As lonely as ever, that sad moment of dismay.
As colorful as ever, that rare moment of hopeful ray.