It was just another moment
It was just a scorching day
It was just that other time
When I came across April and May….
One recuperated the other
By letting it dwell in it’s shadow
While the other crowned itself with one’s beauty
Who enjoyed every graceful bow….
I followed May
And indirectly I followed both
Only to witness April pop out the mystical flies
Which bloomed into butterflies, as they were set afloat….
In air, to be the harbinger of joy
For those playing with their instruments
And for those who awaited for their lilies and tulips
To bloom past the sleep’s argument ….
Furthermore came the coloured confetti
And then the rabbits with their incisors
Not to bite, but to bring back to life
The night lovers and the lazy bears….
The whole neighborhood seemed enlightened
When all of a sudden, April burned herself into ashes
And painted the scenario with plausible 10 million colours
While May bid adieu, with tears clinging onto her lashes….
I noticed a thing or two
That she still had her flawless smile
Even after such an unprecedented departure
As if April’s rebirth was just delayed by a while….
And then that happened, as May blushed
The Ashes made their way into her palm
Where they aligned themselves respectively
Into a wing with one single arm….
At once the butterflies returned with all might
And busted themselves into the bubbles of May’s tears
Which bursted and brought in the serene Twilight
To brush of the day’s leftover sighs and sneers….
Amidst such a scenario
Like a Mario’s princess from the castle of sepia
May walked away with June In her arm
Thereby helping me to find in reality, a long lost Utopia….