Touch


Was ever blue so silent?
Steps are going down slowly
I come to touch burnt alphabets
And burnt yellow too
Married with red then came black
I looked at, with fever
The green with closed eyes
I can’t be cured again
So the thirsty cloud
Going to the moon
Wasted the wings for whom
Happier the blues left so soon
A promise is to be kept in afternoon
Ocean says at last before the spring rips
Water was everywhere after the flash
And the fire walked past
To bounds where snow wants to start

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Unknown said…
Beautiful pieceof work...excellent use of colours..I guess for the first time I understood ur art...Hats off Sir !!
January 10, 2011 at 9:49 PM
sharmi said…
I dnt understand u..
I dnt understand ur poetry..
I only love d pictures in ur blog...
They remind me of all d goodness of lyf that u believe in..

Valo theko..Sandip
July 30, 2011 at 11:01 AM
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