Courtyard dream...

A stage set in luscious greens

Made up of marble pristine white

Evening sunlight bathing it in hues of gold

Dressed in robes of nature

Awakening the earth with a thousand bells
her body of mud...
every fluid within...
the fire at the core...
the wind in her heart 
breezing through her moves...
and her ethereal soul...

Bejeweled with stars of twilight

Waiting for Krishna

To be...

In his arms to rest for life

Only to wake up feeling divine

Not knowing if its he or she...
 
#InBetweenTheLines

- Prajakta Sathe.