Dia Chatterjee - A Midnight Storm

A musical pandemonium
The window panes like
A lover’s back
Are scratched and
Passionately embraced
By the quivering blinds
Caution rides the winds

The tiny beads at the edge
Of the net curtains
Fall on them
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter
Oblivious to the ruckus
Exhibiting no restraint
Impatient and reckless

And then the lightening and
The hot flashes
Reflected in their glassy
Beaded eyes
Thunderous uproar of pride
Conceived in an insane
Climax that flouts propriety

Dia Chatterjee

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