One man’s nectar is another man’s poison. Water drowns some but is the lifeline for others. The air we breathe slowly saps the life out of us. We live, in a slow march towards death. In life, everything is good and the same is bad. Good can be evil as much as evil can be good. If it’s all about context in which things exist, why is life painted in simplistic tones of black and white? Color me grey. It’s the color of the clouds on the horizon. It’s the harbinger of the night and the limpid pools of refreshment that splash on the thirsty earth. Color me grey. It is wisdom and decay, youth and old age, a little bit of my past and a sampling of my future. Color me grey. Black and white find sanctuary in it.
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A surprisingly dark piece from you - but I enjoyed it nonetheless - perhaps even more so. The last line is fabulous - the entire piece was leading up to it.
Hope all is well, Parth.
@Vidya: Thanks, and good to hear from you after a while (Of course, it is a consequence of the infrequent posting). Glad you liked it. I might experiment a little with this format. Try and give poetry a break for a little bit.
Loved it...And yes, the ending takes the cake...
@Frissko: Thanks.
I wonder if it is the weather in Seattle that inspires this post?
@Niranjan: Actually, I am not sure what inspired this post. But no, not the Seattle weather :)
Hey I really liked this. Especially, 'color me grey, it's wisdom and decay.' Has a good ring to it. And also, 'limpid pools of refreshment.' Very good!
@Ankit: Thanks!
Am I am too shallow to think it might just be the fear of that single strand sticking out?:)
Beautiful!
-Sparsh
@Sparsh: Very much, very much :)
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