blue/b(LIE)

...
i count the skies around me
some were yellow, some were pink
and some were blue too ; clear they were
some were awaiting for the sunups
and some were scribbling the departures
and some were neither waiting nor redeeming
ohh ! blue-skinned they were ;


i found them neither innocent nor liars
i found them as the side characters
of the story of my grandmother
they never fought with the king
they never romanced with the princess
they never demanded a page in history book
they did neither scream nor giggle
but still they did hold the fireflies of night
and butterflies of the miraculous twists
and without them, i found the story as an
"a s h t r a y".


~of blues, stories and ashtrays


~bidya b.