Light dribbles through red blinds,
And auburn strands carpet your floor
The door ajar, a book in hand
your head swings to a pensive Bollywood tune.
A strange silence,
Like one that follows a heavy breath
on a cold winter morn
descends upon this room.
This room, your space
with these empty shelves, scattered books,
A mattress corner peaking from the crevice between the balcony and that door,
Is etched into my mind screen.
It comes alive now,
Like a garden baked to almond hues ,
And you,a rainbow hibiscus
With petals fused,
A trumpet of chaos and life,
Stifle this deafening silence,
scatter these notes of gloom,
A rainbow hibiscus,a rarity born,
I'm afraid though,
If I look long enough,
You'll crumble into this almond garden,
Your rainbow petals fading into a monochrome.
