Urge

I can get fragrance of henna As soft wind lifts the curtain Revealing a streak of milky beam Lying lightly on the edge of window; I can hear the sound of bangles As wild flowers whisper among Each other widening petals to catch The silence of night unnoticed; I can hear the rustling of dress As tender leaves bend to pour Few accumulated drops of dew holding Horns of majestic hills in their transparency; I can hear the silence of time As you tarry on the cold stairs Listening to the beating of an unruly Heart going to fall in love in the thick of spring.