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The Perfect Combination

The Perfect Combination

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Do you know 

Mornings can be

Completely blue

Sometimes and 

I actually loved it 

Because I was not 

Versed the wax and 

The wane of having a yellow 

Weather , albeit I loved  

The fusion of black essence

And blue drops

On the sheet of 

Sky because I was

The painter and when 

I hold the brush,

No one else can choose 

Colours for my canvas.


This world taught me the 

Magnanimous of rainbow 

But they forgot to tell me

It's the origin, 

For great things have a 

Ugly beginning and I wonder

If it had too,

I was so tired to scoop 

& the only answer 

I could hitch was rain.


Now, the rain has a phenomenon,

It cannot kiss your head anytime 

Your thoughts want to feel it's touch

But it happened this morning,

Just after having my meal of salted cake, 

The balcony opened it's arms

Nodding towards me to hug 

The rain, it was oomph and soothing, 

So I clenched it tight

And it started telling

Me the cons of the last 

Hug I had, it was different 

Because I was like

A burnt paper with 

Black borders taken away 

With the storm and sat on the bench

Of no past wrapped with partial leaves

From a fruitless tree


And when I told that I didn't love this combination, 

I was left with an empty colour pallet,

Even the cup of hot mocha 

I had was bitter yet I choose 

To drink it unaware that it will

Taste poison after flushing 

From my throat,

So I had to leave it unfinished,

When my tongue asked me 

About the over baked cake, 

I had a probability of it being hard

& there was no icing anymore, 

It didn't melt but licked before

I was swallowing a loaf of tough

Bread till my mouth didn't cry,

Because of my best combination 

Was no more best

It roasted my smile on the 

Pan with a crack at the centre 

And made me paint with 

Colourless liquid. 


So, I choose satiation as 

Living moments was no 

More a task rather a turn for me

On the road of adjacent

Forests, & you know what?

I saw a canvas with blue and black, 

A cup of mocha with appropriate sugar 

And a cake with chocolate icing and

This is all that I need.......


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