My colours <br /> <br />Perching in the dark corner, in my room, <br />I dreamt of the light <br />It’s bright, its thrives <br />Colours percolated in my hearth <br />And painted my colours on my walls <br /> <br />I felt perspired all over <br />For a moment in that warmth <br />It burned my alive inner blisters <br />And pained my cankers in that fire <br /> <br />Ha! A soft breeze, did magic <br />Over my nude mind n body <br />It blow out, my cinders <br />And frozen those as stones of ice <br /> <br />I see those colors on those frames <br />Pink, blue, white and daring red <br />And sometimes as raven murk <br />As if in a damn pot hole <br /> <br />It paint and point with those shades <br />My pathways, to that dream land <br />Though it slippers and slithers <br />I feel close to life’s axis <br /> <br />Sandhya<br /><br />Sandhya S.N<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/002-my-colours/
