Friday, November 20, 2009

Color Me Grey

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.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Jigsaw Puzzle

They hunched their backs in unison,
And contemplated the carelessly strewn pieces.
A thousand tiny bits of the puzzle,
Asking to be arranged.

Striving to reach the previous perfection;
The fragile harmony;
That existed on a box cover:
A happy home bathed in sunlight.

As they picked up the pieces,
A bitter-sweet thought escaped them,
There’s such joy in metaphors.