Bed of rose

9jan 2021

My heartbeats danced to the notes of joy played by a smiling moon.. impervious to the sad lyrics hummed by clouds rushing to join in.. temple bells pay obeisance somewhere far away.. making hearts pirouette on notes of love and settled peace.. the sky sings a lullaby weaving a bed of rose, signalling the end of its lighthouse shift. Divinity woos afresh everyday, despite none recognizing their lineage nor legacy.. creating feelings of sadness, loneliness, lack, fear, seeing through a false 'I'.. parrots come to the window every mealtime.. shouting peremptorily, just like the sages calling out for alms, detached, stoic, regal, come to bless, not beg.. the sky twirled holding a white paint-brush in its hand.. dancing hues of joy in impromptu exhilaration.. the sun peeps out with tentative diffidence.. gathering courage to ask for the next dance..