Who strays, in mind, beyond lost thoughts
Like a, blasé kite, in remembrance, azure
You’re the soul, of those, forget-me-nots
Farmed by, my labors, of l’amour!

How renders you, prism of, my heart
In hues, of hopes, shades of despair
Two mystiques, married, by Mozart –
Joie de vivre’s, flair, so debonair!

Lavenders, Iris, Bluestars, Zinnia
Daffodils, Marigolds, Roses galore
Lo and behold! Sweet schizophrenia!
In the heavens, I see, your metaphor!

From the, broken vein, of my, dreary day
Spills out, blood, of a, yearning rabbi
Love blooms, in faith, and fear’s melee
You Are, The Rainbow, Of My Sky!

© 2019 Vikas Chandra