Here we go songs of birds Tweet Tweet Tweet Here we go email check Click click click Here we go green tea Sip sip sip As the cases come through As the bosses direct Then Fall Back Sun slides down Darkening my window. Darkening My room- As I clock out. I Feed my rabbit again Read a book again Do it all again tomorrow Dream dream dream
I was thirteen when the stray birds of Tagore's meadow flew with me in the blue of unseen silence and I, an adult mystery of sumptuous zephyr, was drowning in the metaphors of love songs.
I was twenty three when the mad girl's love song eloped from Plath's porch and knocked my door in a midnight to rinse my heartbreak and I, an unforeseen disaster, fell asleep in the snowy syllables of her verse.
I was thirty nine when the only wallflower of Sexton outstared at me from my daughter's textbook and reminded me the bygone days of parables and poetries but I, a long-suffering mother, did not get time to caress the bruises of silent summer.
I was seventy seven when I was trying to read my buried poems in a nostalgic night through my evasive glass and wistfully wrinkled cheeks and the starry night asked, "Do you still write poems ?" Some teardrops were swaying towards my lappet unknowingly and the essence of a forgotten poet was infesting on my yearning welkin.
Black is the color beyond all colors. Black is the void, The void of my heart, The void of my soul. Black is beautiful. Black is powerful. Black is not just a colour. Black is silence of night. Black is shady. Black is mysterious. Black is the feeling of everything; Black is the feeling of nothing. The smell of death is the color black. When you feel overloaded with emotion, Yet, you feel no emotion at all... That is black. Oh so very black. Fear is black when it clothes you mind; You can't even think as it overcomes you. Black is not intensity, but intensity itself. Black is what controls us all; Black is the feeling of being controlled. Black is the color of shadows, Shadows of a moonless night. Black is what makes us shiver without the wind. Black is the only thing that won't leave us in the end
Once,when I was young I thought people would stay forever til I realized that obligation belonged to no one so I vowed that in the lives of others I wanted to be there always so I cemented impressions on other's hearts that way nobody would forget me even if we part I'd always be there forever even if the years aged I'd remained unchanged and in perfect condition or so I hoped