My window overlooks a slice of our lane

by the corner stands a gulmohor ;

bursting in flames

My weary eyes take a sip of the scarlet ,

scarlet; as it has slowly ebbed,

the dry months ,

the empty nest

Like me , my beloved porcelains wait behind the glass case

they are hardly in use these days .

The framed moments keep smiling at me,

they are wiped clean by my old maid

Time keeps crawling on my wrist ,

as it turns five ;

I slip into my walking shoes

and walk out of the apartment.

I step on the velvety green of the park ,

here I have some like minded friends .

I walk as briskly as I can while looking out for them .

A splurge of colours makes me stop in my track ,

the sky is smeared in sunset hues;

red , amber , purple

Awed by this magnificence ,I take a deep breath ,

I fall in love with the afterglow

I fall in love with life that has gone slow.

©mallika bhaumik 2018