Mirage In Autumn

Autumn was the season,

I was joyous for one pretty reason.

The mother Goddess would be in soon

I would enjoy the day, night, and noon.

Cottony white clouds flew

Sirius Nimbus to name a few

The aroma of night Jasmine all around

Someone's breeze gave me a surround

I saw her coming down the lane,

From a distance, her face seemed faint

As she came closer by,

Felt like butterflies started to fly.

Draped was she in a white saree,

Had red border, with embroidered gold zari,

Her long hair tied tightly into a bun,

Her face glazed brighter than the sun.

Golden ornaments raised her charm,

A small vermilion bindi made her calm,

Had her eyes smeared with soot,

All of it was far too good.

Lips were nude

Just a smear of maroon,

She came to me,

I wasn't in myself, I tried to be me.

I raised my hand to touch her eyes,

Saw a smoke fill the blue sky,

Her heat resembled the tropics,

My chilly hands could not bear such a topic!

A pat on my back

And she was all gone,

I was amongst a crowd

All by myself, left all alone.

An elderly lady

Gave me her blessings,

Asked me, "Where were you lost?"

I replied, "Into a day, that's gone for a toss..."