As I sat on the old broken chair left on the terrace
Cold air brushed against my sleeveless arms
And the stars unleashed with wonders of colors
With Diwali just few days gone afar.
From the guacamole of emotions
The crouching enthusiasm raced with marching time
It plucked the joyous strings
Fingers ran through the sweeter notes of guitar
Words blossomed out my mellow heart
And wove a sweet melody in the open air.
Soon the new day was welcomed
By flights of birds high and above my head
The dawn bid adieu the retreating stars
And Alas! Grey filled my colored life.