Mountain Alley Poem by Sunil Shandilya

The molten red, casting a bronze spell
eyes savouring the phenomenon,
I, standing besides myself, detached.
"We need shackles", I said to the ghost.
One for us, other for this boundless vista
A palette, of hues to shades of green and azure.
"Could this be it? , Why so shy? "
"Would you speak, blurt! Just try."
A longing, like the two strips of tarmac,
That longing, which could'nt be met.
I see you, my aquamarine,
Standing beside this sidewalk.