Dusky shades of sun glowing in her eyes,

Butterflies in her belly.

And she rises and rises.

She saw  gloomy skies up and down with her,

Laughter echoed in blues and greens,

With every push, he made to the swing.

“Its getting dark, let’s go home”, he said.

She clutched the chains of the swing,

“I want to see the moving stars ”, she replied.

With eyes brimming with hope,

Clouds will clear one day.

A scathing hope to shimmer;

And die.

“Another time”, he said.

Until gravities to a stop;

Her hopes faded with,

Many ANOTHER TIMES.

And scattered promises:

Hither and thither.

Dreamt the moving stars,

And her every dream:

Another set of brown eyes,

Showing enchanted snows to her scars.

She saw, heard laughter from the swings, again.

And the stars too did.

In his eyes, sparkling

The longed dreams and far-fetched promises,

And constellations in her smile.

By:

Nupur Roy