Thursday, May 10, 2012

Gold.

Of slight drizzles,
And paper cup tea parties on wet terraces.

Of tears and tummy aches,
Caused by excessive laughter.

Of nostalgia,
And a wild wind that comes from some happy yesterday.

Of moments,
You would like to freeze in time.

Life is a sum of all the living silly you can manage.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Hot Pink.

Of angels with broken wings
And princesses with crowns of thorns.

Of damsels in distress.

Of all things pretty and nice,
That were so yesterday.

Of shrews and sluts,
And girls that can cuss.

Of burning bras and pink panties,
And some confidence, revamped.

Because, those knights in shining armors,
Can go take one long hike.

Because, nice doesn't make it past the night.

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Cyan.

Of regret
That's a constant pain in the ass.

Of a journey
I know I shouldn't undertake.

Of choice
That eludes me.

Of a life
Waiting to be lived.

Neither green nor blue, today's is the colour of uncertainty.

Some life, this.



Saturday, May 5, 2012

Baby Pink.

Of love at first sight,
And pretty pink sarees.

Of a pair of silvery gold shoes,
That you could kill for.

Of sheer sophistication and pure elegance,
And the perfect smile to complete the ensemble.

And in a parallel universe...

Of the rickshawala
That couldn't take me for a ride.
Now, how ironic is that?

Some baby steps, these.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Aubergine.

Of a square peg
In a round hole.

Of the nymph who hides
Behind the comfort of a masquerade.

Of the complete misfit
And her fight for identity.

Of her courage
Or the lack of it thereof.

By what measure does the blind man judge the beauty paegent, afterall?

Some life, this.


Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Scarlet.

Of ego,
And the perils of nourishing one.

Of anger,
And the need to cultivate it.

Of a lesson learned,
On the importance of taking offence.

Of self-respect,
In the life of an ex-doormat.

Some life, this.



Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Purple.

Of the middle finger
And other such luxuries.

Of the comfort from hugging a loved one
And falling asleep.

Of the luxury of having at hand
Hot tea on a groggy rainy morning.

Life, on most days is
About the invisible crown I like to wear.

What a life, this!