Those Anklets Still Jingle
Those Anklets Still Jingle
The sullen walls made
Of our coagulated desires.
Once festooned with the
Sparkle of floral ribbons.
And the divine tune of the
Tanpura, that romanced every stone.
Where your ornamented
Innocence sounded mellifluous.
As the tides rushing to put off
The sudden embers of excitement.
Dying away in a rhythmic rendition.
They now resonate the
Cries of those abandoned
Nocturnal souls.
Lay shackled in the
Cobwebs of haunting memories.
With occasional echoes of longing.
I still hear the bells
Dancing in the corridors.