Fireflies of love

It's refulgent, has been refurbished

with every tactile experience.

It's no longer veneer and glossed

Verity of spark is perspicuous.

It's fireflies of love

Visceral and no longer vicarious.

It's scintilla of tenderness

Transmuting dead to vivacious.

The wood is radiant

Pied and striated with silver                  

Love is warbling

Singing so loud and fervor.

Sylvan is dark

But no longer stygian

Chirp is mellifluous

Who says it is stentorian!

It's fireflies of love

Beaming, glowing and singing

We are the Adam and the Eve

Dancing, mingling and merrymaking.

Pen ... It has been a while

My keeper, my alter-ego, my dear Pen.

I know it has been a while writing.

I am very well aware of your anguish that is 

Letting you lose your heart and soul.

Picture Courtesy: © Tanschn K, Carmen Sisson 

and Alekhya Mukhopadhyay

Collaged by me.

You have been whimpering over nib

While I am busy with drudgery.

From early slumber to dawn’s sleep

You've been witnessing my dreams,

My somber, my enthusiasm, ecstasy,

Even deepest esoteric secrets

Frozen somewhere within my heart.

Those nursery rhymes,

From first letter of alphabet to 

Einstein’s special theory of relativity;

From writing my first ever elocution

To my resume, you never left my grasp.

It was you who came to rescue

When expressions were mute.

You metamorphosed from ink to Ink,

But indefatigable to pacify me.

Unexpressed emotions ensconced

At your tip is burdening you.

Before pyre of chord ashes you

My sentiments has taken a grasp of you.

It is running on pages like a centurion

Of the heart, determined to shred encumbrance

Of eons, letting the will free from physical realms.