A Streetlight Named Love

A dollop of 
your vanilla dream
once would melt over my
freshly baked brownies,
rousing the
uncurated passions
that were born in my ribs.
I know the allegory 
is still strumming 
your guitar,
is silver dust
tucked in your
midnight hair still.
a day long
worn out cloud
hanging from your clothes line,
droped in my palm.
The lucid green 
of weeds
implored the voilets
of your burgeoning rainbow
billowing in my
million shades of red .
Pray, set your boat sailing,
sailing in my taciturn puddle
Where a few unspoken 
timorous fallen dreams
still shall gather 
your epochal oar,
and stay tangled
with a roaring silence.
Pray, let’s get padlocked
in the rain of my palm
and meet that
doused boat where
a not so caliberated
street light 
still flickers meekly.

Connect with Penmancy:


Deepti Sharma

She is a dreamer and her undoing is, she sees the dawn before the rest of the world. Yes, she loves Oscar Wilde. A management graduate and a former entrepreneur, who has finally got her calling in writing, which has been her passion since school. Rekindled it 5 years ago when she started writing her blog. Later wrote poetry and mini fiction for many e journals and online magazines. Have won many poetry and fiction writing contests too. Recently her poem has been published in an anthology 'Emotionally yours'. She is a mother of three who resides in Punjab.
Deepti Sharma

Latest posts by Deepti Sharma (see all)


Let us know what you think about this story.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.