When bloomed the palash  flowers

brightening the blue skies of my world

they set the emotions on fire

letting those  buds nip off the branch 

smearing the nostalgic

ethereal dust in plentiful measures

scarlet or saffron ,

the deep tinge evoked endless sensations

which reverberate with the atoms of universe

in a seeking of finding its own abode

whether at feet of the creator

or lying unnoticed on ground


shrivels the petal

with arrival of different season.