Thursday, May 31, 2018


to know that you can fly must be the most exciting thing in the world
to escape when things became monotonous
like the conversations replayed inside
the same four walls
the monotony of routines
strictly adhered to
mostly to battle against any change or
anything new to disrupt our carefully measured time slots;
periodic timetable for breakfast exercise lovemaking conversing working going out;
sometimes violent splashes of colour
jarr the greys and blacks and whites of our life
in the form of unexpected gestures of love
but soon they are muted and made drab by
force-grinding them against our existence
Sometimes all it takes is for an outsider to step in and point out how we left some Colors somewhere
and now we are hell-bent
on erasing the traces of that too.

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