The Perfect Combination
The Perfect Combination
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.......