Your Traces

I see your trace

In the first drop of rain

That hits my face

In the petrichor that follows

Like rainbow out of billows

I embrace your traces

Like the first shed in the Fall, 

Like the subtle sartorial hues sprawl

I feel your traces

In the first blossom of spring,

Like the fresh snow’s picturesque fling

I saw your traces 

in hues of reds and pinks, 

In passion of conventions and kinks, 

in times of ups and downs 

In shades of greys and browns

In holds of sorrow and delight

In my dreams, blurry and bright

                   -words by Kirti Mahajan

                       Thoughts of  Aupal