A flash of orange...eewww...not my colour..
I saw you...speak think...breathe..
The wind did the trick.. in my thoughts...in your hair...on my face
Or was it the darkness
Which marked our closeness
It dreamt of stories... it reeked of nonsense
White...so fair and blue...so blue
A conversation pregnant with hope
A conversation in my mind
And an evening with words and coffee beans
And those with the moon behind your back
It envisioned tales and left them to die
An occasional smile...
Tides and time moving, ticking or whatever it is they do
A happy feeling deep within
No rush, no blush, no more the sighs
Just a pretty page now that made some difference
I now like orange.
I like it. However the blah-ness is taking on a serious note... hence ceases to be blah..
ReplyDeleteThanks Buchki...your right..they are not blah in the strict sense of the term, but to me blah is an expression of me, it is an emotion, a sound and a thought... Madhura's definition seems to come close to what blah is to me
ReplyDeletelike the visuals of the poem each of which is a story in itself....ur poems always make me sigh at the end...dnt ask me why
ReplyDeletewat can i say? the girl is maturing into a woman.
nice and bright
ReplyDeletethe fondness for brightness is a quality which speaks volumes for itself
reminds me of plath...need i say more?!:)
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