Colours of Insanity

Identity

In an ocean of voices,my voice drowns.I try finding my identity,but sensibility frowns.

Colours of Insanity

Lavender cotton candy above,cool green below....wanna roll naked in gay abandon,on the grass beneath the shadows!

The menstrual red,my blue bed.

His bare body brown,the mysterious black of his crown.

The turquoise of ocean,the saffrons and greens of devotion.

The beige of parched earth,the yellows and oranges of mirth.

Golden brown mountains mighty,smiling upon them Lord Almighty.

The peach of my baby’s cheek,the dull grey of some mouse meek.The pearly white of the shinning dew,the deep blues and purples of his emotions....far between and few!

The vermilion of the bloodshed,where oh so many protestors bled.The fire- flowers of gulmohar so warm,my pre-monsoon cloudy skies they swarm.

The silver glint in the urchin’s eye,the world frets so much he knows not why.

There is a bundle of colours more,of joys, grief and folklore.These colours of insanity abound all around, above and below,but I wish to stand out, the pure white dove!

Ever swallowed the rain drops?Played hide and seek amidst season’s first crop?

Ever helped without craving returns?or played with fire , despite burns?

Ever given your all?Found peace in a free-fall?

Ever made someone smile?Drifted alone in woods for miles and miles?

Ever been utterly honest?Lived each day with a new zest?

Ever wondered when this poem gets over?Let me promise- it does, sooner than later!

Ever

Ever ushered in the rising sun?And stood awestruck looking at the horizon?

Ever swallowed your own tears?And prayed, they wouldn’t come true; your worst fears?

Ever wondered at the miracle that was nature?And felt that each thing of beauty was God’s own signature?

It seems like yesterday

It seems like yesterday... It seems like yesterday,you oiled my hair and tied two very pretty plaitsIt seems like yesterday,you stood waiting by the window,watching me pray in the Shiva temple.It seems like yesterday,that I smeared my brand new dress with an half eaten mango,and you toiled scrubbing it hard so that my mom wouldn’t know...It seems like yesterday,you sat with me and Sneha and Varad...making peace amidst us, when we cousins fought.It seems like yesterday,when you prepared those crepe roses for me...and I marveled at not knowing you at all,

after having know you for so long...It seems like yesterday,that you got me the big round idli,from the neighbourhood kamath’sand both of us watched He-man in the noon,which always ends too soon.And it was yesterday,when you said your final goodbye,its still hard to believe, so hard to believe....

Today

Having washed myself clean,of yesterdays inumerable sins-I usher my naked selfinto a new dawn...

Stepping into my room-the strains of early sun,stream in unasked and wash over me,making me gleam golden-auburn!

I tell myself its a new morn,I see new opportunities beckon,A new day of possibilities ton,so much to do before the sky swallows the sun!

Hours twelve before I see the moon,the evening is here already; oh- so-soon,

I wish I had done some more,it was an opportunities galore.Its a sorry picture my score...yet another sleepless night, a new morn...encore!

The tribe of serpents.

To the tribe of serpents I belong,as the serpent crawlsI sing my song,a few more stations- and I will be gone,miniscule distance scaledin a journey long.

In my journey I see faces million,all of us hustlers under the sun,everyone with a dream, a purpose, a battle to be won,an agenda important- be it earn or learn...

Aditi k.