Abha.

“Reference to context”

Oh Zephyr, Did I hear you whisper musical secrets into my senses?
Oh Crescent, did I catch you smiling a suggestive sensuality?
Oh Lord of love, did you descend on earth to salsa with me?
Oh Oranges,Did you celebrate the success of conquering my love?
Oh Chrysanthemum; did you buy wings to dance the ‘Navrasas’ in my heart?


I ‘see’ the blind man there, in his colorful ‘lungi’ crying with delight at the sight of THE first rains,
I clapped my hands appreciating that buxom 'aunty' there, dancing ardently on the roof top,
I clasped my hands in mere admiration, as the sincere paperboy walked in with his doctor’s suit; stethoscope hanging from his shoulders,
I ardently kissed the insecure, flat chested teenager as she slapps the ruffian on his face,
I can’t stop gasping at the beggar squatting in the corner kiosk;he seems to have lottery-ed a kingdom,
I shrieked with joy at the sight of the still born child jumping out of the cradle to catch a butterfly,
I become the bridesmaid of that sorrowful window; as she walks down the aisle with her gallant knight,
I Can’t stop myself from loving the writer there,so flamboyantly does he enliven the dead humans,
And the painter there, on that canvas he creates a magical mélange of emotions!

Has love married my lie?
Has all anger melted into the fire?
Is all that angst just a huge farce?
Has my hurt hideously gotten back to those who gave it to me?
Is all that failure too miniscule to matter to me anymore?
Has every nanosecond become more meaningful to me?
Has all the pain phoenix-ed to eternal bliss,
And that vacuum transformed to become humans and given me 'the' space?
Has tortorous sorrow shied away form my joyous soul?

Am I hallucinating? There must be something wrong, why is everything just so perfect?

Can reality become fantasy,
And tantalize temptation?
Can words become silent,
And speak meanings?
Can love become life,
And live passion?

(Abha – Lustrous beauty)