mehendi

The song in eyes
have found a way
and it seeps through
like sweat
and trails down
the skin over
the blushing pink
and traces it way...

it gets lost among
soft curves and folds
of grace and luxury,
finds its way again
over and drops like
fountains of pleasure
along the neck
and snakes down
the waiting shoulders...

the naughty locks of silk
enmesh them and play
hide and seek with the
deepening colour of ecstacy.
the magical spells cast them
aside and the coloured trail
seep inside the blood again
and run through veins...

only to resurface over the
hands in a happy brown
or a cheerful dry red,
of mehendi flowers and intense
patterns of love.
palms spread to receive the
throbbing song and hold
the dream of love infinite
bright with sparkling joy...

the small designs of painted
imagination creates the wish
of being as delicately and
tenderly treasured and the
maroon flowers are hopes
of dreams and togetherness.
somewhere among the jewelled
lines lie the human name
as the relationship covers the
eyes with a maroon gold-flowered veil.