Festival

The freckles of festivity

Comes nearer to me

As I ride along the silhouetted past

Dim lit crevices of my heart

The birdsong knows my happiness

Knows the sorrows of my unfolded dreams

Little by little I get deeply personal

The horizontal dreams are rushing again

The rose dreamt of Jerusalem and heaven

The nocturnal past of Shakespeare’s heroines

The flute of Krishna is forever love

I come together with love and festival.