Tuesday, 7 July 2015


I asked him for a color
Asked him,
to give a name to this night
Night which is absorbing us, ruining us
Wished, he would say shades
shades that are bright
Wished, he would show some sign
that we’ll survive
that it’s not just a company
took birth from loneliness fright
He laughed!
Did he laugh at me?
It’s so foolish to look for colors
to hope for vividness at this hour
he named the night, 'black'
I faked a smile once more
Hid the wish which longed for 'Red'

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