There is colours for everything
For you and for me,
we have separated ourselves
into colours
like size, height and creed,
my colour discriminated your
whole being from mine
under the force of social mathematics
we call it love
as I cannot obtain your’s
nor can I obtain yours
what we call colours
but call it love. Colourless,
nonexistence, co-existence
in my loneliness
or sheltered under your many sighs
we exercise
with our painting each other
at the weekend
or whenever the world
doesn’t look at us
but separately
amongst many whistles
and panting machines
we cook our picture
in the outline of colours
I tried with many streaks
Drawn visible as your name
as you
invisibly divide me to wrinkles and expressions
I try to paint you in me,
and you too paint me in you
on the broad canvas of time
in the spectrum of a company
make my brush colour a time
a space created within
amongst the tress brushing over the sky
amongst the sea rubbing the muzzle on the earth
as I do
inside the foggy arena
of your wanted needs.
Between odds and evens
you are always lost
when I am in you.
2 comments:
When someone special leaves you without reason or any reason; it really hurts. But one must open his/her heart to feel love. It could be with people or god. In my opinion one should flow in love feel.
""I want to paint just for you,
Wrapping with love, I long to do.
A picture of joy and amusement.
Of happy hours joyously we spent.
Hope you find this picture just right.
Painting with brush, I cannot do,
So I am painting thoughts for you.
To pacify your lonely heart,
To remind me when we will be apart.""
well done Abhi...
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