Sediments

Those unmixed colours try to mingle

in the wavy sea of salty tears:

A deep, deep blue;

Like the silences you occupy

That mix with unspoken words,

Unspoken, not unheard.

The dark intent in your eyes

Resounds like a ripple

Somewhere in that forgotten within;

A pink-purple twilight laughingly

Strikes the orange canvas of the weak, winter sunlight;

There it is- that blank, silent night.

A thick grey haze erases,

rewrites a story,

replacing this lie with another

etched with glistening drops of red pain:

Everything is fine.

©Geetakshi Arora

November 8, 2013