white, serene, quiet, peaceful, virginaladorned with dainty blue flowers
like blue fluffy clouds in a chalk white sky
roles reversed, colours exchanged
personalities transformed to reflections
i have woken up to this reverse beauty
a countless number of times
a good way to start the day
the memory of a peaceful, sleepy night
or a long wakeful chattering one
the touch of a mother's caring attention
the faint whiff of cotton, soap and dreams
all rolled into one to form
the flower patterned bed sheet
on which the stain spreads now
rust colored, ginger flavored
not a softly spreading blush
but a permanent eye sore
incriminating, just like blood
rust colored, guilt flavored
11 comments:
Implications? Several.
Impeccable. At various levels.
why did something that began with beauty end like that I wonder.
I cant make anything of it, but the imagery was certainly evocative
chandni: guilt of course comes in a vast number of colours, flavors, patterns, sizes and shapes. and it rises like rancid fumes from stains tattooed on the purest of things...a favorite bed sheet, a crystal clear mind, an impeccable reputation, an undying love, a respectful existence, an illustrious career, an uncompromised ideal....the stain remains forever.. sometimes stark..sometimes camouflaged..caused by things that seem irrestible before they seep in to your life and become incriminating and compromising.. like bed tea.. sitting in a cosy bed, sipping hot, sweet, spicy tea...on a cold morning.. how can anyone resist that? but yet if you lose the delicate balance of the cup and the saucer... the tea spills, leaving a stain on your favorite bed sheet.. and then the bed tea doesn't seem like such a good idea anymore...
psmith: may be if you read my reply to chandni the imagery will lend itself some substance..thanks for liking the imagery though.. :)
You have put, so aptly what I have been trying to articulate in my head for some time now. Trust me this couldn't have come at a more perfect time. You wouldn't know but reading this helped to some extent.
"rust coloured, ginger flavoured"
love that
i absolutely agree with psmith. awesome imagery....!!
amused at the flowery use of language (quite unlike the little of niv that i know..!)
n then ur reply to chandni sheds a sliver of light on the dark overtones of the "rust colored, guilt flavored stain" .
hmmm...
but i still love the imagery....!! :)
divya: i have always written like this... chandni wud be the best person to vouch for that since she has been forced to read my stuff right from school days.. he he.. anyway.. thanks for liking it...n ur comment...
divya: n the catch in ur comment is.. the "little" of niv i knw... he he..
didn't get the entire drift pehle.. ur reply to chandni's comment helped...
rust colored, guilt flavored..hmmm...
alien: good to know that i was able to explain it better through the reply.. :)
I begin to understand...
and the poem becomes better everytime I read it.
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