colors
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delicate strands of madhumalti, pinkredwhite,
a jumbled riot, merrily adrift
never have the crotons been as crisply red before
sunlight glints off a sprinkler splash on green
the corner badaam , psychedelic, standstill.
( there was a poem in class 10, in hindi 2, remember?)
kabhi kabhi rangon mein rang bhar aatein hain,
badalta kuch bhi nahin,
wahi meiz, wahi guldasta, wahi farsh,
magar sab kuch badal jata hai.
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- austere
- Moody Libran. Not very social, cant stand pfaff but you wouldnt know it; Would you care for a nice cup of tea, deah?
4 comments:
nice.:)
e, amitl- ty
How can one have enough of all colours?...infinite hues...and yet the origin white..it all changes, and yet is the same.....goes for humankind too???...in a deeper sense...
You sound so reflective, Shiv, so different. More true of humans than anything, complex unpredictable, driven creatures that we are.
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