a palette of words

The sky was drenched in the amber gleam of the Sun,

The winds whispering into the leaves of the Mango tree,

The Dining room was bustling, the students chattering, and the day on its usual run.

I stood there in a mundane silence, thoughtless was I, unbeknownst of the eyes of thee.

 

I just looked at her and smiled, and she smiled back.

That smile, a secret that we share and both know,

We might have found what the whole world would be searching for.

 

It was a glimpse through an interstice caught,

The most magnificent twist to my life’s plot.

Bewitched was I, in the sublime and captivating charisma of thee,

A moment of stunning silence, where the words abjured and the eyes danced.

 

Many a time I try to seek you in these words,

Out amongst the nuance of languages,

All the trouble to take, to talk or listen to thee.

 

Numerous thoughts of mine are drenched in ink for you,

To thee, the one who lent her ears to the most pathetic of my pieces.

If it weren’t for you, then the writer in me would have stayed eclipsed forever,

And I would have stayed estranged from the union of words and caprices.

 

As is sit in to write down for thee, the blank screen seems like a canvas,

Wherein I would graciously fail to portray you painted in ink and words.

Idiot, am I? To set on this voyage, traversing through endless oceans and seas,

Seeking islands of words for you, obsessively and incessantly.

 

As I stare artlessly at the screen,

Hoping the words drip out of me.

An ocean of thoughts in several drops of ink?

Whom am I kidding?

But still, I will write,

As I am not in the business of denying myself

the simple pleasure of saying true things.

 

Your eyes are like the stars in the night sky desert,

And a heart like a wild flower, a beautiful mind, and a kind soul,

Ambition and talent fuel the flame in your eyes,

As you rise gracefully to conquer the highest of skies.

 

All day I am out with lanterns looking for a place for my words,

And then every night at 10 pm, a smile carves upon my face,

At that moment, bewildered are my thoughts, restless is my heart,

Because you somehow, stir me and steady me all at once.

 

From shouting your name in a race, to texting the “Read more” messages,

Being great friends with you is magic, making my life feel a lot less tragic.

Books we read together, conversed about them for hours.

Characters brought to life, let it be Paul, Santiago, or Augustus.

 

As the sand slipped by in the hourglass, we furnished the finest threads of memories

Weaving this tapestry of friendship with utmost love and delicacy,

The one that even my words or time itself would never outlast.

 

Yeah, Hazel

Here’s the thing about you, “You are so busy being you,

That you have no idea how unprecedented you are.”

A testament to the impossible, an assortment of atoms,

Carving out your own fate, with your magical hands.

 

It’s been a while since we have known each other,

Different batches, different streams, different cities,

Yet with every word I type, I very well know

That surely you are distant, but a little less far.

 

When I’m with you I am happy,

Like happy happy.

The kind you feel in your teeth,

With your grin splitting and your toes curled, being giddy.

The kind that lights up my whole damn Soul.

 

You brought out the best in me,

A part of me I’d never seen.

You took my soul and wiped it clean,

Our story is meant for books and movie screens.

 

The artist with her colors, the writer with his ink,

The smart girl with her wits, the holy saint with his words,

Undeniably, we came a long way as we went along with the flow.

So, like always we’ll keep it simple and just keep swimming.

 

-Daksh