Ipsita sees her city in different colours, various moods, in this surreal verse.
This city of mine
Smelt a sandy grey today
Dusty,
A storm in its eye,
A lover’s tiff
Ensconced this city
As she wore this
Forlorn look.
Till the rains
Came splashing down
And then She danced
To the lyrical rain
Each leaf on each branch
Quivered
And She was washed anew
Drenched she was
In her fragrant finery
And so does love
Turn from
Sandy grey
To deep indigo
And purple lightning
In moments that lovers know
©Ipsita Ganguli
Pix from Net.