As a kid,
I was fond of collecting broken glass bangles.
Then I loved wearing glass bangles in colours.
Seasons came in rotation in different hue.
During last spring I dreamt about rainbow.
Then peacock feathers caught my imagination.
He rain danced spreading his tail like a fan.
I kept a quill under my clothes to see if it gives birth.
One fine day azure sky lured my thoughts.
I skipped from star to star in my angelic wings.
One day when I looked down and back,
rainbow had disintegrated floating on lake,
Red maple leaves had fallen all around.
Bangles had shattered n’ broken in to pieces.
All the colours I had seen were faded.
My vision was blurred with myopia.
Amidst there remains brilliance of a psychedelic dream.
Now I live among helices; winding n unwinding.