Memoirs from the House of Wedding
The house of wedding tells me a story,
Standing embellished and all in glory.
Singular for its splendid gesture,
Painted walls with intricate texture.
Vermillion hues and fairy-lights.
Traditions of sanctity and holy rites.
Pink curtains and fragrant flowers
Laughter, whispers and joyful hours!
The elegant bride dressed in crimson,
Smiling to blessings, being showered upon!
Embracing family and mates, tonight,
For snapshots, emanating sheer delight!
Colours of celebration all around,
A million dreams and yet beyond.
Happiness hanging as florid chandeliers,
The mother beholding in silent prayers!
The merry making with the groom’s arrival,
The ‘happily-ever-after’ looming to unravel!
Diffused with hymns,the wedding jingles,
The sound of music, the clatter of bangles!
Vows, chants and divine flames;
Promises by two uniting names!
They walked in circles, with knots tied,
A bond of two souls, discrete, yet infinite!
The house of wedding, tomorrow, will tell me-
An epilogue, in its most subtle modesty.
The mother flipping albums, teary-eyed
The father’s gloom, in an attempt to hide.
The brother will reminisce the playful times,
The void of corridors, the echoing chimes.
As the daughter of house bade goodbye,
They all fairly wonder how time flew by!