Monday, March 19, 2007

The city basked in the mild yellow of the December sun-

Had a story to tell with each of its shady turn.

We walked hand in hand-through the sleepy lanes,

As the sun drew patterns of love down our backs-

We talked of our lives-their whites and blacks.

We painted the grey town with the bloody red of our hearts,

We saw our faces glow with the burnt red ecstasy-

We set forth the beginning of our blue fantasy.

The day turned violet and the maroon hour turned wet-

We painted the town back to its grey,

So that the world wouldn’t know of the unnamed hour-

When our souls met.

5 comments:

indranil said...

beau.

sohini said...

It is beautiful!!!beautiful imagery.

little boxes said...

thanks...which sohini is this???

Revolver said...

"We painted the town back to its grey,

So that the world wouldn’t know of the unnamed hour-

When our souls met."

You can almost hear the gasp of breath. Beautiful.

Shreya Sarkar said...

like it...wt the hell,simply love it