Bring the spring home

As I open my window,
my eyes,
fall on you.
I see you smiling,
up from the walls.
As I escape my door,
to knock on yours,
I find some of you,
peeking through,
the fence,
Alluring,
the passersby.
I envy,
the flourishing
gardens you adorn.
So I move closer,
to feel,
your presence.
Your sparkly eyes,
glint,
with a twinkle,
when I touch you
with my bare fingers.
Sitting on the crown,
your smirk mischievously,
relishing,
the spotlight.
Bestowed by your charm,
I decide,
to ornate,
my place,
with your aesthetic.
So I bring,
the enchantment,
of the spring,
home.

Gulmohar Galore

Walking past the vacant road,
in the blaring light,
of the mighty sun,
I see you.
The flames of fire,
painting the world,
scarlet with its galore,
I see you.
Captured,
in words,
in the strokes,
in the frames,
of mortal beings,
I see you.
Bringing solace,
in the hearts,
of lovers,
I see you.
Giving hope,
to the lost,
giving desire,
to the found,
I see you.
In the arid plains,
you swoon,
like a danseur,
whirling your
green leaves.
I see you.
Sometimes,
the zephyr,
whispers in your ear,
to let it go.
I see you.
Letting the,
the deep red petals,
fall,
from your heart,
in the laps,
of the barren land.
I see you.
Witnessing the untold stories,
under your shade.
I see you.
When your edges,
turn hues of red,
allowing love,
to seep in,
feeding,
the vacant souls,
I see you.

Under the Gulmohar shade