” Morning blues” by Sheena Pillai Singh

 

The blank page

grinned

at my emptiness..

Tears fell

creating

bluish islands…

As my hand moved,

the page bled

hiding

white spots;

the remains of our love…

each droplet

fading away to gloom;

devoid of emotions..

I tried moving my hands,

and paint my mind

with spectrum of forgiveness

still all damp..

but you may touch

come,

mix my colors

and paint me red

Let’s plant a seed..

forgive our woes

in this garden of blues

away from the glare.

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