PERGOLA

Sands form outlines of your foot steps

here  on the bed of the vanished river

under this  pergola of woody vines,

under which you held me like a misty dream ,

that yearns  for your touch today in core of  their spines;

wind recreates the song you sang -

tuned to the smiles of your eyes -

that trickled into ears of thrilled bougainvillea

 dissolving years of past pent up melancholia

into the dancing flowers’ wildest hysteria ;

crystals of ecstasy float in the overhanging air

eloquent in their silence about our hearts’ true affair ;

 time holds the receding wind and the soaring moon at bay

in wait to recapture moments of that cool, sequestered stay

when  the green vines glistened with Sunlight’s truant play

exciting the wisps of hair flying on to your face to heights of joy

where time was a silent witness to our love’s sweet little ploy ;

I wait here for you under the lattice work of heaven’s stars

trying to form the curves and contours of your sweet  face

vines dangle down in the shade of trees to form your tress

and the rill flowing down nearby echoes your foot steps .

comp. n copy right : saroj. K. padhi

03/01/15