Chimeric Utopia

‘Twas a full moon night, twinkling sight
Sweetness and light, its’ magic was white

Like the sonorous bells of anklets
Was the sound made by the crickets

Unseen was her play and dance
That night he met her all by chance

Beneath the lemon tree
She wished to set him free
Bedazzled by her charms
He lay dead in her arms

Then the chimera screamed…
Ah! a gift of sepia dreams

‘Twas a full moon night, twinkling sight
Now the passion ignite, a burial site..
~~payal~~

Climate changes..

Climate changes..The lakes and the ponds freeze but the fishes do survive in the depths…breathing an aura of the residuals..experiencing the white winters,the chills, even in this humid weather,the thoughts run afar.. leaving me stoned…even though the sun shines bright outside, all needed is its warmth that might act as a tranquilizer..Maybe I am missing….!The winters..(off-course)!
~~payal~~