Magenta skies and purple light,
still haunt my lonely heart tonight,
Like bougainvillea drenched in sun,
they whisper days when we were one.
Within your arms so warm and deep,
my timid soul would softly sleep,
While crimson blush upon my face
would bloom beneath your tight embrace.
Your fingers wrapped around me slow,
like tangled vines that cling and grow,
And every breath you drew from me
became a tender melody.
The branches swayed, the flowers sighed,
as youthful longing bloomed with pride,
And shy desires we could not name
set all my trembling heart aflame.
Still today those colours stay,
though years like rivers slipped away,
For purple evenings still impart
the ache you planted in my heart.
And when the bougainvillea climb
across the fading walls of time,
I feel your arms around me yet,
a love my soul cannot forget.
Beneath the dusk’s lilac refrain,
your name still falls like summer rain,
A quiet fire, soft yet wild,
that wakes the dreaming in me, child.
Though seasons turned and shadows grew,
my heart still keeps the shade of you,
Like petals pressed in hidden art,
your memory lives beneath my heart.
©®Madhumita
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