Bleed your colours on me ,’O’ dried, red rose
Let me sparkle in the fragrant trench of your memories.
Pour out your yellow gold, ‘O’ silent, afternoon sun
even though my glitter has gone astray..
Wet from dripping promises, are these window panes
-incessant reminder of a few raindrops slipping off
translucent mushroom parasols into the ordinary dust
leaving love streaks on my kohl-stained cheeks.
Insanely grabbed moments now fizzle,
meekly mutating into mere, meandering dreams.
Damp earth smells that once caught your fancy
now leave me shivering with their dank emptiness.
I sit near the river watching it gurgle away at my follies.
The waters, once silver are now an unforgiving blue.
reflecting the invisible, steel-embedded fence
now glinting between me and you.
It is still raining on me , though you can no longer see.