Drenched in Your Color

It’s been few years that
I have been playing with a canvas.
Canvas of some ambiguous yet striking lines.

Painting the lines with hope,
On hope there is a tinge of some love,
On love there are some sketches of dew,
And on those dew there are shades of curiosity.

The color of the nest where the mynah lives
Is golden
And golden are her dreams.

Today, looks like there is a strong bond
Among all the lines.
Hidden is your smile, your additions and subtractions,
Your ups and down and
The captivating tune of Enazori in the lines.

Today the mynah plays with her golden drenched feathers
And she gets submerged in eternity –

I feel a lot of your color in my wings