Henna on my hand ..

The new Henna on my hands

caressed my palm with golden amber;

it merged with a new-found happiness;

a bliss that I longed for,

which earlier I let go, opening my fists

being at peace with my bargains and losses.

My Henna

told me what no one has.

The warm, vibrant hue, caressing my palm subtly,

whispered secrets of freedom

and laughter and

spoke about a passion

that I never knew before.

My only noun ‘love’ and the only verb ‘to wait’

fused into one with my Henna color.

As I sit here silently;

my silent Henna and I;

we speak volumes

that echo among the forests of time,

piercing the cobwebs of many pale nights.

And then my Henna gathers all my despair

my longings, and

my lovingly crafted love notes

and transfers them into a tiny word

called hope,

which now stands sublime and steadfast

seeking a never-ending forever,

and a permanence.

note: Henna has been used since the Bronze Age to dye skin (including body art), hair, fingernails. In several parts of the world it is traditionally used in various festivals and celebrations.