These are nights, that I am talking of, yellow inside and blue on the surface.
All the distance, is of a mask
which has no color but that borrowed from the night.
For always, there is a girl called Mela, who eats orange fruits and licks candies,
who waits for the rain to stop and then for the rain to come.
She does not look at herself in the mirror, but finds her reflections in pages of books
she never understands what the books say,
she gets confused between names of everything and men.
For always, Mela dies, yellow and blue.
YELLOW INSIDE AND BLUE ON THE SURFACE.
Shringi
17 Feburary, 2012
Blue is the color of what I wonder. At times it is death and in other moments, it is peace.
ReplyDeleteshe gets confused between names of everything and men.
I loved this. Men are isolated islands now.