Saturday, April 4, 2009

Brilliant Blue

3rd April, '09

Brilliant bits of blue glass,
flying into my face,
blinding my eyes and my soul,
leaving me scathed for life.
Funny, I always thought blue was my colour.
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4 comments:

  1. .April 4, 2009 at 3:06 PM

    Amulya , amulya

    Love the poems. Keep em comin.

    Uzma

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  2. VijayApril 4, 2009 at 5:07 PM

    The material - glass - is the culprit that hurt you.

    Blue is not to be blamed,for blue is eternal space full of peace and tranquility.

    Beautiful poem.

    Vijapa

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  3. ARApril 11, 2009 at 6:24 PM

    Thanks Uzma... I intend to with 1 a day for April.

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  4. ARApril 11, 2009 at 6:29 PM

    You are so right Dadda. I continue to love blue, but am wary of the glass.

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