Treasure Island

Jaya Varma

(05-03-1985 / Faizabad)

Cinderella's Nights


Its not so shiny tonight
the buds too lazy to bloom
in my bed, i struggle to write
with ink as dark as gloom
now turning back my pages
to find some older rhymes
i bend and smell those roses
pressed hard between the lines
they agreed to lend some oceans
few skies to grace my dreams
and paint the rusty portions
turning the grays to greens
i walk along the shore
the silvery carpet shimmers
kissing my feet once more
frothy blue wave quivers
some gold they spill on sky
a sphere of milk is glowing
i open my wings and fly
the fragrance of clouds is flowing
i slow down and sing with birds
when the clouds begin to melt
i kiss the moon good bye
for the flaming gold shall spread
walking on prisms aligned
i blindly move ahead
on wheels of wind i ride
they say Cinderella its over
and promise to show next night
when the steps of clock are slower..

Submitted: Sunday, August 18, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 19, 2013

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