The skies were red, by the
smoke the fireworks exhaled,
enlightened by their glowing beauty
and the hollow silence, filled
by their ambient sounds, on
the night of The Diwali.

Lovers smiled, with hearts,
pounding with delight, holding
the fiery stick, hand above hand,
where as my appetite were
filled with spirits,
and breath full of cigars with
blurry darkness in my eyes.

Time changed, not much though.
You and me, may not celebrate,
But, We are together, This letter,
To let you know, that, Now,
Your curved smile lights my heart,
and your voice fills my silent soul,
erasing the debris,
from my old, burnt soul...