THE GULMOHAR TREE



I sit under the huge Gulmohar tree,
In an emotional spree,
Thinking of you,
As I try to construe,
Our old times together,
Our arms in each other.
Like the entwined branches
Of the Gulmohar,the leaves taking chances
To see us,the green scattered sheaves,
The emerald like pearly leaves ,
Stirring and glistening
Under the sun rays,listening
To our sweet whispers,
Warming us in the cold winter,
Your arm around my waist,
My softness by your hardness embraced,
My shoulders bare,
My hair,flying here and there,
The flowers glowing a fiery red,
That fire in my blood spread,
Colouring a red my white skin,
As your finger upheld my chin,
All blushing and flustered,
The flowers whispering in clusters
And bunches,telling about us to the breeze,
As past us she whizzed,
Stealing the warmth of my breath,
In the aftermath 
Of that kiss that was planted,
My mouth by yours anointed
With the sweetened cold elixir,
That like some liqueur mixture,   
Fanned the fires
That flamed both inside and outside there,
The fires mingled,
Your breath tingled 
The passions and sensations
And we gave in to the temptations.



Then it snowed,
Just white showed,
No flowers bloomed,
No fires burned, 
The embers too were dying,
The Gulmohar was left sighing
As one day you left,
After committing a theft,
Stealing away everything
From me,a deep pain to me to bring,
For me it has been a barren spring
Since then,with no cuckoos to sing
A happy, joyful, love song,
Just melancholic strains throng,
The sun rays still peep through the branches,
The silvery moonlight dances,
The stars still spread a shimmering canopy,
They wait for us anxiously, 
The tiny emerald leaves shine,
Emotions stirring within that heart of mine,
The red of the flower glitter,
The red inside me shines with a hopeful glimmer,
That my knight will come back to me,
All my joys in him I will again see,
The pale of my cheeks 
Will turn a radiant pink,
My lips will again moisten,
With wet pearls they will glisten,
My life will turn fertile and green,
My eyes smiling with a pure sheen,
The greens,the reds will all celebrate 
The coming together of our fates,
The breeze will sing soulful melodies,
In the pleasant air velvety,
Till then I wait each day break
For you, till my heart aches.
And everyday I sit under the huge Gulmohar tree,
In an emotional spree,
Thinking of you,
As I try to construe,
Our old times together,
Our arms in each other.

©Madhumita