LET THE MUSIC PLAY.
Chinars swaying in their majestic
Pause to look at the moss covered footprints
On the paths now un trodden ,pondering
why the palmate leaves no longer
with the chirpy , multilingual breeze
wafting through them .
Their barks yearn for
the tender touches of newly wed couples
posing for clicks memorable.
While the Zabarwan gazes achingly
the deserted stretch of tulips
resembling the trousseau abandoned by a bride.
And the mellifluous ‘ bhumbro’
trapped in lumped throats
Struggles to float from rooftops and rise to a crescendo.
Encouraging the lonely shikaras, snuffling in the
to be rowed in the crystal clear
water of Dal lake
With fun and frolic riding its chest
While agile fingers glide through chilled
causing ripples and soothing nerves.
Along with the aroma of Kahwa that fills the crisp misty air.
Which the hidden
kangris under the pashminas
promise to warm .
Vestige of once festooned house
Join in the show, beckoning towards its warm abode.
Rosy cheeks with promising smiles,
Enveloped in embellished
Pherans and Kasaba
on flower laden shikaraas ,
Wait to cross your paths offering their
exotic blooms ,
midway of the lake.
The pristine terrain pledges a
Not to be lost behind the gossamer
sheets of photo frames
The cascading , singing streams
to drench listless soul with the fragrance of saffron,
ripe apples, while, dangle to please
every taste buds.
And all this time the high , smoking
Envisions and smile with certainty ,
confidence hard to crumble.
Cradling embryonic love stories,
with ambiguous fate
In the shadow of twilight,
Wait for the music to be played.