Love has come!

One too many light-years it felt but,
A silent drought just gave way;
To a burst of misplaced happiness!

A wind blew under my feet, tickling
My failing senses amuck with sensations
I thought lost & past revival.

To spread arms and seeking to embrace each breathing
And non-breathing gift - God’s mischiefs,
Wished a heart that took to steps of its own!

An orchestra - Violins, Bass & grand Pianos,
Leave their stern conductors, to take a stance
With the flutes, clarinets & trumpets in tango.

The percussion, to its soul notes played
Free of their maestros, in a rhythm unheard;
To match each splashing drop of the impulsive rain that begun.

As the world around took to its random heart steps
The Gods gift the sun-pleasured earth with
A stray shower sparkling in tints of pink roses & tulips yellow.

A stubborn bolt of lightning, finds its way
Through a lazy dark cloud, to the middle;
And skid haplessly in the acoustic trance of the percussion.

Smitten and their workday un-mind, a few passerby -
Embracing a lost rhythm in them, flaunt
A forgotten drift in their own songs.

The loved, lost & the have-nots alike walked
Along me in a symphony alive; shaking off the mundane,
The withered & the worn; born to a fresh heart.

I look over my shoulder to find,
A fallen leaf – still fresh from its tree’s song,
Jiggles away with no fret of its impending demise.

I feel a pyre – dancing in a bright yellow flame,
Setting off the lost to ash, taken away in a rootless
Stream steered confused by the fallen bolt of lightning.

And so came love - back to me – back
As a spark and left me claiming excited -
Love has come!