LILY SWARN

LILY SWARN

GREEN

Green ,the colour exploding on the moss clinging to the damp castle wall

Green , the lush grape leaves clustering protectively around the pale  bunches

Green , the shade of the chiffon saree I wore when we first met

Draped elegantly in loving folds

Green, the slimy frog winking owlishly at the edge of the slushy pond

Green, the pale lime tendril uncurling coyly beneath the ewes

Green , the envious colour that spread like an incurable disease

Green, the glass bangles that tinkled in my girlish wrists

Green , the jade of your smoky eyes on a tempestuous night

Green , the emerald gleaming on your throat in Royal repose

Green ,the guava I stole after climbing the neighbour's wall

Green, the thick carpet grass we lolled around on

munching on samosas with chutney

Green, the canopy of the peepul tree in the Sukhna lake in my city

Green, the pretty leaves cocooning the corn on the cob as raindrops pattered on our youthful heads

Green, the heart of monsoons in the North of India

Copyright Lily Swarn 8.7.2017

RADHA -KRISHNA

Radha draped in flowing vestments

Waiting for the other half of her soul

As the peacock woos his morni

Krishna's flute dancing in the rains

As thunderous clouds gather the darkness into their ash smeared hearts

The cool breeze stirs up a storm

in the Dusk all aflame

Fragrant trees shelter Radha Krishna

From the relentless downpour

Celestial love riding on gusts of monsoon winds

Lit up with a divine halo in the irradiance of lightening streaks

The milky aura of the silvery moon

Carefully picks up her shimmering gown and slips out from behind the

Chilman of  antimony tinted curtains

It's raining divinity today as I gaze inside my being!

Radha Krishna !! Radha Krishna !

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Chilman - a screen for purdah

Morni - pea hen

ELUSIVE

The scent of love is elusive

A nameless conglomeration of pure notes of the Bhairavi

Entwined amorously  with summer wine

A fusion of musky tones and Motia bunches

Tip toeing into nooks of elegant wisteria bowers

Dulcet sounds of Jal Tarang

on misty mountain paths

Gambolling with innocent lambs

wooly and warn

Vagrant clouds dancing the tandav

Agitated and drunk

Poised on heaven bound chariots of

Luminescent hope

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5.7.2017

LILY SWARN