The Diary

Himadri Lahiri

she moves beyond 

the bright pages of the diary

that lie on the table like bright palettes 

the virgin pages flutter in the pleasant wind 

resting in peace, uncontaminated by human touch

 

images invisible jostle for space on each page

dancing at tunes from birds outside

moistened in seven colours

of the sun in the morn

unbound

 

he sees them all

happy that happiness lasts

dances and tunes and colours

fill pages after pages after pages

he readies his hand-made diaries on the table