-anshudha garimella
Lilac drips down the sky
Around the clouds, it entwines
Enveloping the atmosphere
You can find the dreamers there
Their hopes and their songs
Interlace with the pastel colours of their dreams
Lilac falls from the sky
To soothe the ones with weary eyes
It’s been a lonely night
Seeing things in black and white
A burst of colour is an electric shock to the eyes
But that’s what we dreamt of through the night
We were hoping to wake up in a field of lilacs
A paradisiacal reverie we made with our weary eyes
But we woke up under a lilac sky
more heavenly than our imaginations
Tired of seeing things in black and white
We slept in the abyss
But we dreamt of lilacs
The children of spring
That burst out of the divine ground
We have often seen grey skies
And black skyscapes even on velvet nights
But when the heavenly raindrops fell from the sky we painted them lilac with our eyes
Like watercolours would drip and spill down a white canvas
Our sky is our canvas
Our hopes and our poems splattered violets and lilacs all over the skies
And then those lilac drops blended with the white cotton clouds
Giving the impression of a soft mauve pillow
That we lay our tired heads upon
Lilac drips from the sky around our hands it entwines
Around our heads, we wear flower crowns
damp from the lilac rain
We are the children of spring
We no longer live in the shadows.