Colors

(Pic: Colors, and you)

Every time you dance to a tune

I see swirls of blue

That fill me with vortexes

...And I revel.

And once when you sat there

In your creamish glory

The radiance was blinding

...And me, numbed.

Radiance so white

It has the rainbow in it

Fused with all its colors

...And my sighs.

And every time I sneak a look

Through your glasses

Those colors in your pupils whirl

...And I play.

Surely, you must be the mistress

Of every color I knew

For when you spread them

...you color my world.

Babble
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1. Celebrating Holi a little before than it usually is :)
2. I still have to decide what I like more - Black & White or Colors or perhaps both.
3. Irrespective of 2., I do like the feel of a Black and White picture getting colored.
4. One perspective of "Let me color you in a thousand colors".

Analogies, and You

(Raja Ravi Varma - Lady With A Lamp)



Your eyelashes must really be enchanting
Because everytime you flutter them,
They set off a thousand butterflies within me.


You really must know how to cast a spell
Because everytime your lips utter,
I'm left speechless.


The air around you must carry life
Because everytime you sigh,
It takes my breath away.


And the first time you spoke my name
It must have been THE WORD,
For after that, all I could see was light.


Your smile must be angelic
Because everytime it touches me
I get wings.


In fact, you must be the rain
Because everytime I'm parched
Your thoughts fill me with fragrance.


And every time I see you
I go weak in my knees
Its not because I'm senseless
Its because I melt.

Babble
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1. A tiny subset of the analogies that flood my mind :)
2. This is how one full days worth of work looks like :D
3. Continuation of the Raja Ravi Varma series.
4. If you are wondering what "THE WORD" means then it comes from Genesis 1:3 when God said "Let there be light".

The Man In The Iron Mask

(Go figure whos behind that mask ;) )


How could someone survive
The depths of a dungeon?
The spirit free,
And physique soiled
But THIRTY FOUR years he toiled!

And how could someone thrive
In throes of nothingness?
Expressions barred
Emotions untied
For THIRTY FOUR years he died!

How could someone hide
And hide in plain sight?
A world around
Another inside
THIRTY FOUR years he hath to bide!

And how to emerge sane
After years of fright?
Bequeath the past
And forego the strife
For after THIRTY FOUR years he hath a life!


Babble
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1. Train of thoughts, visions, a drowning, sound of sea waves and then the eyes opening. It had to be The Man In The Iron Mask. (I guess my fascination with captive-yet-free souls continues - first 'The Bet' and now this spontaneously making their way into my imagination)

2. It was only today I realized how expressionless and deceitful a life living under a mask could be. One could practically get away with any amount of discrepancy between  the intent on one side of the mask and the words on the other. *sigh* Bad bad world!

3. Also, a point to note is that I get this captive-yet-free feeling only when I've had an extremely boring and insipid day at work. My inner me asserting the right to live, I guess :)))

4. Do read Alexandre Dumas' stories for more history on The Man In The Iron Mask.