my room,
trying to
catch the bright colours,
floating
outside the window.
They float
by and gradually vanish as white,
white and
sometimes black;
is that all
about?
Gradually becoming
black or white?
I weave
colours of my own
and the room
loud with its placidness
its depth of
truth, loneliness,
hugs me into
silence.
The more I love
life and its colours,
the more it
fills me with truth, loneliness,
and its
placid yellow colour.
The room
speaks its language;
it’s loud and
full
and not like
the chaos outside---
for the room has no boundaries,
it has four walls of existence and
they share
corners with each other
and together
hold the roof---
and I drown
in its placid yellow silence.
The room and
I, we are not sad;
we are not
happy either;
we share
silence,
it is bliss;
the face of
the house may not
every time
reveal the rooms inside
and they may
not their occupants
to ordinary
eyes,
because we
are free birds
just holding
on here for time being…
It happens: Sometimes, I also feel rainy inside me and my mind only making it worse...from time to time..
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful poem, Sreeja!
Sigh.. this is so beautiful and serene :D :D
ReplyDeleteOur rooms can be so comforting and sacred. Beautiful writing!
ReplyDeleteI like this very much.
ReplyDeleteEspecially this section:
" the room loud with its placidness
its depth of truth, loneliness,
hugs me into silence."
Happy and sad are emotions only felt by us in the privacy of our own rooms. One can laugh or cry.Yes, freedom of choice.
ReplyDeleteHank
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ReplyDeleteAh, the room and you sharing the silence....I can empathize with that; and truly it is a gift to have a room with whom one can share that. I like the idea of being a free bird...just holding on there for the time being! You have really described your 'room' so well!
ReplyDeleteLove the imagery of the speaking "catch[ing] the bright colors". And I completely agree when it comes to emotions, they are to private and personal to always show as themselves on every face.
ReplyDeleteI think we need rooms like this... somehow I picture a cool room, with sheer muslin curtains letting in just enough sun-shine just to soothe....Though it might not be a room at all.
ReplyDeleteI was so touched by this:
ReplyDelete"The room and I, we are not sad;
we are not happy either;"
...that shared silence.
I too like what De pointed about ~ To me, this comes across as a sanctuary, where you feel free and happy to be who you are & what you colors you would like to wear ~
ReplyDeleteAn honest commentary Sreeja ~ Thanks for joining in and wishing you happy weekend ~
I weave colors for myself, too. The more color, the better. Yellow makes me happy so I used it to paint the space where I do laundry to bring a bit of joy to the task--which I really don't mind that much.
ReplyDeleteThis room feels free, neutral, open yet secure.
ReplyDeleteI like this room! :)
~Mish~
Colors More..
ReplyDeletethan
Colored Life..:)
"we are not sad;
ReplyDeletewe are not happy either;
we share silence,"
Honestly, I'm not sure how to take this poem - I know others said the room is comforting - but to me it seems a place where one can hide - and not feel those strong emotions. Which isn't really living life? I don't know... I might be way off.
With your room's comfort...it's more like a pensive mood...and life has many other phases too...inside the room is just a part of it...thank you Margaret for reading and taking it's, indeed, hidden side too....
DeleteSometimes it's enough just to "be."
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