A tint of gorgeous white
Coupled with the shade of headstrong black
Gives us the tone of an eternity
Grey, the result of prolonged forth and back.
Tracing the journey within,
It emerges through the cohesion of thought
A state of mind rather,
Building upon a trail of forgotten,
Grey, echoes in the heart.
Its existence once realized,
Amends constructed realities.
Created are storms of emotions
Coupled with a state of surreal trance
Grey, you’re welcome with open arms.
Parallel runs a crescent
Emerging through the wonders of a child’s mind
Envying the detached solitude of Grey,
A mere existence revealed.
As the emptiness sinks in
Overwhelmed with the power of nada
A solid whole.
Beyond the individual,
Beyond the worlds esplanade.
Welcome, to a state of Grey.
Recently I came across a very interestingly written short story by Dorothy Perkins. What might seem like a hopeless romantic rant in the beginning turns out to be quiete a journey in itself throughout the story. What’s interesting here is that the entire story is based on the protagonist awaiting her ex lovers call and all the thoughts (umpteen of them) and emotions she experiences in the wait.
Commenting on the role of hope, patience, eagerness, self reflection, needs…the writer has expressed the varying moods after the end of a romantic love affair in the most honest way.
As the waves touched my feet;
I opened my eyes to the glistening sun.
Ahead of me lay the still ocean,
And a blanket of wings above.
With the morning dew on his cheek;
Resembling a golden pearl,
Just one in a million.
He was still, motionless like a sleeping child.
Just the way he was before,
When I stabbed him last night.
Now, I could talk all that I want to for hours to go.
It indeed, was a beautiful morning.