SEASHELLS [short poems]

MAGICAL

A big ocean of crowd, that loud laughter,
Boosted bass electric sounds,
Bright flashlights, blinding spotlights,
Those sweaty bodies and sour bones.

Infinite things were going around
But everything went frozen and voiceless
When you turned to me with that smile.

And then all I could see was
That magical sparkle in your eyes,
And all I could hear was
Your heartbeat that synchronized with mine.

—Laxmi Bhargavi Golla