Pockets of colour,
Dancing in the dark
Like splattered paint.
Red saris clinging,
Eyes devoid of sleep
With arms wide open.
Temporary paper boats and flowers
Traversing unknown lands
On a voyage to somewhere.
Neon lights in stark darkness,
Lighting up a familiar nothingness…
Together in utopian land.
The fragrance of rain;
Pockets of colour
Dancing in the dark.
2 comments:
Dancing in the dark and all...
Kyun...gaon mein bijli nahi hai :P....
nice poem
Good effort :P
There was a moment, right after I finished reading this, that I mentally reached into my pocket to try and feel the colours dancing. That's crazy, but that's powerful. Lovely stuff, Rashi!
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