Rendition

These jhumkas and chandbalis are my beauty arsenal.

They whisper your name with every 'taal'

like a holy prayer

with a tender softness.

The softness of 'Rabindra Nritya' on a summer afternoon.

Their jingles stir emerald ripples in the river of my 'Kathakali' dreams.

Where you are a pious visitant every night.

On some flamboyant spring evening

They walk with me stretches along the Vidyasagar Setu.

With the hues of the setting sun at Princep Ghat, they perform a graceful 'Kuchipudi' to render a smile on your face.

Laced with the lavender tinge of a clandestine passionate tryst

My chandbalis flutter with the wind when she sees your torso whispering to the rainbow at Maidan.

They smile together with our silly rantings at Sarobor lake on a June morning.

 On a May evening, amidst the resplendent setting sun at Victoria, they hum 'Ami Tomaro Songe Bedhechi Amaro Pran'.

On days when you are away and I am busy reading Tagore's 'Sesh Basanta',

my jhumkas rattle cliches of melancholia, 

Softly pattered to sleep by my chandbalis

Together they create a mellifluous aesthetic sculpted out of our passion.

While I wait for the stars to melt in the mouth of the night sky

And for you to return to our pastel-hued mornings.