Feast Of Five Senses

Heaven is in your eyes
When you know it not
And just whisk the day up
Into a froth
Of fancy and dreams
Gentle as a patchwork quilt
Worn through by a child's
Hands
Clutching it to his soul
In sequined night.

The water rushed through
Fierce angry backbone
Of  Leviathan in the night
Coursing sleek black
Muscled waves
Like feral force
Cascading to corner the foe
Inexorable oily might.

The rain was like
Incessant canta libre
Alternating moody minstrel
And shimmering castanets
Weaving dark matter
Wooing midnight.

The woods were
Frozen attrition
With grief rolling in rivulets
Remorseful penance
Until baptismal dawn.

In the morning
I woke up
With Midnight's memoirs intact.

Heaven wept into
My heart freely
Till my eyes shone
Lucid as lamps
Lambent prayers.

The outside world
Was now dry.

If I could
I would hold this daylight
A filtered torch
Lit by thousand lamps
Of memories
And
Nostalgic sunlight.

Thank you
For this feast
Of five senses
Fill up
My heart and mind.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017