Om! vibes on the water lip - Love, Life &, well, err...laugh!
Welcome to my ‘Jam Pad’ – the only place where chock-a-blocks are appreciated!

Not that I create music here; but I shall try all I can to jazz you up; pop a couple of novice, jest-for-pun words to rock you out of your sanity; scratch the blues out of the mind, kicking to life the RIP rust lying there to bend you in the middle, one way or the other; and rap my invisible pen’s madcap toe in a desperate attempt to somehow touch a chord or two. All, in a hip hop with the tide of words that sometimes seeps on to the shore of my mind and sometimes in its grand elusiveness, flows back to its haven. Nevertheless, i shall go on relentlessly like the waves, inspired by the echoes of Om that mirrors Oneness.

Monday, January 28, 2008

Moulin Rouge

Monday Poetry Train

Strokes of colours staged on her cheek
painty gloss making her lips like silk
Riot of tints played on, splashing
dainty affair, a double date to seek

Then one frozen day, pushed to the lip of solitude
tears on her pale cheek wet their celebration nude
No sign of colour, no dance of hues
rainbow in black & white, streaked their blues

With bare cheek, dew drops sashaying
she rose, like an art in need of price
After years of craving, the homecoming was born
she ran towards her warrior, her colour, he had won

Isolation melting in his awe struck eyes
they embraced like no tomorrow
He looked at her, love & pride on a high
kissed on her cheek lapping up the dew
She blushed so pink; an effortless pink
as they won their love, conquered time & hues...

1 comment:

julia said...

I really love this line:

'tears on her pale cheek wet their celebration nude'

Glad to meet you and welcome aboard the Train!