how does an hour last?
on the road, laden with rain incense in mauve cinder.
on the pier, holding a thread of a cloud shimmering horizon,
where early trains arrive to pilgrim wind,
hand in hand with emerging resonance
of a sparrow finding a shelter in the distant wake
of banyan trees.
sent from the land of warm stars, a chanting smile
with notes shifted to air chimes,
petals carried to dusk of sea-breaths
along the oasis of silence,
along reverie scars on roses
in the shadow of a fractured forest,
in deep north of the soul’s night.
and i pray.
may a swaying melody of sky
bring you the song, the dance, the flight.
to glow for you, dear heart.
(for my soul sister Karishma)