The Night’s palanquin sways
encumbered by the stars bathed
in jasmine water and moonlight
A breeze blows through the pond,
the ripples slowly undulate my thoughts,
A shadow of time keeps disappearing
into my garden of memories tonight.
Who are you?
Whom I do not recall,
Even with these eyes drowned in wine.
Even with a thousand dreams, every night.
Are you a sorrow, longed and forgotten?
When happiness rained all over my city
and I became an ocean that night.
© Shashank Bhardwaj
Music has been a source of inspiration for my writing, always. The below song tempted me to write this. Listen when free.