Found- A Beauty

2. || Peacock Feather||

Coldest storms of night weather past,
Dizzying turmoil of thunderstorms,
Messed up thoughts, dirty lanes,
Rain drops hanging in smokey horizon.

Fingers caress a wooden brush,
Soaked with hues of purple- blue,
Sunny yellow caked under shaped nails,
Green smeared on skin over phalanges.

The sheet remains dirtied with paint,
Drops of drizzling rain wash the paper,
Drenching and tearing its tenderness,
It flutters and flies away, torn.

Messed up thoughts, dirty lanes,
Rain drops hanging in smokey horizon.
A whisper of love tickles past the skin,
Turning the grey sky pure golden.

Feather feels along my bare arms,
The sky raining thunderstorms,
Now rains dancing peacock feathers,
That slither over my skin, tingling nerves.

Veins sing and singe, as the hues leak,
From those ethereal twirling feathers,
Onto the goosebumps over skin,
Colours creating a kaleidoscope of stars

Royal blue of peacock melts and flows,
Casting my hands in rich coolness,
It's mellow of golden yellow slips,
And sparkle like sunflowers in bloom,

Then drip those greens like pearls,
Those that settle shimmering within,
The blue waves of ocean sparkling in the Sun,
They decorate my arms with love.

They make me smile and laugh,
As they evaporate and take to the sky,
Scattering the starlight and coalesce,
And once more they come together.

To yet again form the Ethereal peacock feather,
That You pluck from the heavens, Sri Hari,
To adorn that curly hair of Yours,
To add more beauty to Your endless beauty.

The feather that caresses my arms,
The hues that colour my life and soul,
The vibrance that quenches my thirst,
All in your peacock feather, amidst your curls.

That divine feather flutters and spills,
Enough colour into all my lives put together,
Wipes away my tears and flutters to my joy,
Dances over my skin and tickles my nape.

I smile and close my eyes, inhaling happiness,
Here, beauty praises beauty by adorning Him,
Beauty shall forever praise His beauty,
And Eternally serve His Lotus feet.