Easier to vest in glass than ships,
Each bead is lowered carefully,
Anchoring the glow in its cabin.
Lighted buds in conformation contort,
First this way then that.
Dimly bright in the corner
Like a lighthouse it glows, bound,
Effervescent but silently glinting
Like Tokyo with a solitary light
Or the lonely isle of happiness
Floating cautiously atop murky waters.
A bottle its within deprived, swells
With twinkling parts of soul bestowed.
A worn shine its soul emanates
That haltingly reaches walls that corner
Its new prison.
On a moody moment, the light changes
A sombre pink to sullen red
Until its glow is heard,
Its sadness that turns ours to awe
Photo credits: Devika Jhunjhunwala.