~The Wedding~

I see the delicate drawing of rice (kolam),

As pieces of my life put together,

I see the henna details on my palm,

As drawing to hide the lines underneath,

I see the aisle,

Guarded by the curious looks of guests,

I see the food display,

A galore of sugar and spice and everything nice,

I walk down the aisle,

White, red roses cover the path,

I see the oil lamp,

Dancing to the uneven rhythm of my heart,

I see the dais,

Decorated as grand as my new life expected to be,

I see the colored rice,

As yellow as the sun to shine on me,

I see the seat beside me,

As empty as a desert can be,

As empty as my heart can be,

Where will you be?