Tag: Poem

That bright blue skyMust hit every eyeWith a slightly different blue Who would’ve thought that my shade of blue,Wouldn’t be shared with you? Who’ve known one day my blueMight be faded or grey-scaled,Covered from view. Who will tell me if my eyes are wrong?How can I trust them blindly still,For how much longer will I play…

Like a graceful swan’s neck,it stands in an arch of white A clear centrepiece,a strong witness I could get used to seeing the world one sill at a time,bordered with white trim If it could talk,how it’d delight a crowd!The stories ofour bay window. It’d tell you about evening chaiand produce bits of Aloo Bhujia…

I find myself staring at the wall, asking it to become a mirror. Hoping instructions will appear, engraved in the marble affront me. To show me proof of justice, kindness, sweat-equity. Walls display the stories of a place in the dialect of long slabs and smooth cuts  Upon their surface the fragments of life, the…