You Kindle the Lamps

You kindle the lamps Little earthen bowls Holding circles of mustard oil Wicks like snouts of desire The sober flame radiating rosy heat Smell of ripened wheat I get my book Under the leaves of the light Words snuggling in delight The dissolving nights recede Your pent-up poems, all freed You become the words Swords disappear Mightier pen gets prepared The lamps in the corners In triangles and tweets Light on the lips of darkness Salvador Dali It is poetry of Diwali Smileys hovering in the air Scented light from your hair You kindle the lamps Taking light From my candle-hand Blushing eyes command Compelling lamps