the yellow ochre meld into burnt
umber,
a bit…
my earthy aspirations split between
golden rays;
straight, diagonal and broken lines
of muse,
a bit of reality…
and a lot of colour splashes, your
splashes of crimson lake;
haven’t we talked it all, a million
times?
the routine, the bills, the dishes,
kids, chores
and yet, like sun, moon and earth
they rotate
again and again---
the golden rays pass between
splits,
they come and go and then I take a
cup of coffee---
we all are clouds; we go round and
round and round,
meanwhile let’s mix colours, your
crimson lake
and my yellow ochre…
Wow! "my earthy aspirations split between golden rays;
ReplyDeletestraight, diagonal and broken lines of muse,
a bit of reality…
and a lot of colour splashes" and then "a cup of coffee"!
Absolutely gorgeous. It's really wonderful when the inner being as well as the world is all hued. Such a delight to read, Sreeja.
ReplyDeleteReally beautiful.
ReplyDeleteRelationships are like that, aren't they? The mixing of colors...amidst coffee!
ReplyDeleteOh how I adore that closing stanza. Yes, we all are clouds, let's mix our colours. Love that idea!
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderfully painted... love the blending of colors...Somehow it made me think of holi
ReplyDeleteMixing colours is good - let's do it!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Oh those inner hues against the drab of daily grey... nicely done!!
ReplyDeleteWow, wow, wow!💖 This is so gorgeously written. Especially love: "my earthy aspirations split between golden rays."💖
ReplyDeleteThank you all for the wonderful comments...love!!
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