Magical colours,
Swirl in the loving wind,
That caresses them slowly,
That kisses them slowly
Attached to the centre, and yet so free–
So free, to fly away when they want to,
So free, and yet they stay because they love to.
They love those kisses, those gentle caresses,
They love that beautiful wind, the pleasant wind
That life shows them through hues old and new.
Wave upon wave of windy silence
Interrupts the happy mixing of colours old and new
Faster and faster,
They break apart,
Falling on the ground,
Bespattered with mud,
Smelling of nothing like that wind
That was destroyed in that storm:
A storm that came silently and swept away all,
Separating the axle from the wheel:
Broken, both lie and lying
About their myriad stories, die
July 14,2013
© Geetakshi Arora
"wind and colors"... can stand for whatever the reader want them to symbolize! wonderful! especially the last part! <3
ReplyDeleteExactly why I used them :)
ReplyDeleteThey do not have to stay stable images :D
Thanks a ton! <3