Monday, April 5, 2010

my love song.

I like to think that I made you up inside my head-much like Plath’s famous Mad Girl. So when the world turned the most beautiful shade of peach during sunset yesterday I knew that in some dusty bylanes of the old city, I met you as you came walking over the dry leaves that crushed under your new shoes. I sat under some nameless tree I think-looking for silkworms in the leaves. And just when I thought that I had made you up inside my head, you touched me-turning me into the most beautiful shade of peach. And we became a part of the dust the sun took away with itself.

I thought it’d be peach again today, but I realised I made that peach up too. So when the sunset turned blue today, I realised that you and I talk only with peach around. And on other days, I’m happy to have you inside my head.

11 comments:

Casuarina said...

*Speechless with emotion

Karthik Purushothaman said...

I feel more than just 'familiarity' over here.

Neel said...

Breathtaking.pure. One of the best reads in a long time. I am so glad to have you

Magically Bored said...

Lovely. :-)

Revived Angel... said...

Lines intersparsed with the smell of a dusty bylane on a distant evening..Kalboisakhi after a scorching midday..and cloudy afternoons which always makes one cry.Mesmerising.In the most quintessential form.

wild iris said...

love it, B :) Really needed this to soothe my crazed mind, though in a bittersweet way =/ :)

The Mad Girl said...

It's like Love.

Shreyasi Ghosh said...

"So when the world turned the most beautiful shade of peach during sunset yesterday I knew that in some dusty bylanes of the old city, I met you as you came walking over the dry leaves ...."

Beautiful.I am rather overwhelmed after reading this.

hobo said...

this is awesome! beautiful! overwhelmed..

Archana said...

wow..

Ranajit said...

spellbound.....can not react