The sky 's dark
I wonder if I 'll see Dementors
Instead, steering through the canopy
drops come pouring by, washing all my sins
Smell of Vada Pav intoxicating my thoughts,
though there is none nearby
Hanging in the air are thousand twinkles
as if stars stolen from night sky.
Never witnessed,
so many shades of brown and grey
The leaves rustling
sound like bollywood tastes
Li'l helicopters flying up and down
guard my landing
from the enemy warblers around
as if 'm president of United States.
Passing through the alleys
I testify dwindle of flowers, white, red and purple
With warmth of filtered sun on my face
I feel my time in heaven prepond to this date
Seen life arising from yellow, blue and black
Petals transforming into wings
The butterflies abound
buzz my way around.
Saurabh.
