I am the rhythm
Of half moon and heart thumps
The tumble of celestial dew
And the reach of wisteria
As it climbs impervious

There is this strange magic
Here in the heart of silence
Where mist changes to amethyst
And the heady scent of celosia
Apprehends our sentiments

Retreat to this lush
where premonitions disperse
To dwell in moody emptiness
Singular moments to fill how we choose
with processions more divine

words © malai carrara 2011
photography © nausher banaji