MISTY NIGHT OF DECEMBER

Enlivened by the elixir of

 love she poured forth,

Enchanted by the rhythmic

steps of the blessed danseuse

her ‘anklets’(chilankas)

jingling, jingling, jingling

Enthralled by the melody of

the singing nightingales and ‘gandharvas’ on the stage

Enthused by the moonwalks of

the junior Michael Jacksons

Engrossed in the scintillating

performance of orchestra

rising from a low key to crescendo

both of us sat among the audience 

for hours on end

and

with the curtain descending down

marking the end of the show

and with a drunken, elevated feeling

that much intoxicated we were

wobbled along the tarred road

each’s hands covering the other’s

to our destination…

with moon and stars

lighting our way ahead

in the misty night of December…