Sari Poem by Rita Pal

Wedding days laced with delicate dreams,
Waiting for the feather-tailed sparkling groom,
Scripted in clichéd Bombay celluloid colour
That manufactures the minds of the innocent,
In ghosts of glorious great expectations,
Cloaking the faulty darkened lives of reality,
Braided in wickedness shaded two tone sadness
Splashed in complex intricate human nature.

Affection expected in light speckled magic,
Bright dazzled colours painted melted
In sequinned diamond gold threaded red,
Of twisted fathomed decadent sarees,
Each promising a love supreme in eternity.
Tresses of pretty fanned sequenced pleats
Dance around scarlet veils of virgin brides,
A bag of gold to buy a casket of love.

Hidden demure in veiled twilight shadows
Drenched in scented perfumed rose petal beds
He watches the garlands of jasmine dance
To soft rhythms of delicate blooded feet
Decorated in belled glitter golden anklets,
Singing for the kissing gem-lit bracelets
In echoes of soft whispering heaven’s rains
Are the ghosts of hot monsoon romances.