(Pic Courtesy: Internet)
Dreamy Smoke...
curling up to form faces...
in shades of Grey...
and it's shadows dancing on me...
the mesonoxian love and all...
You say, I dream in shades...
Shades of Grey...
My stories all weird and strangely hollow...
My poems...so phoney emotional...
all shades of grey...or even black...
I find myself...with unruly poems...
a straight face and a blank stare.
I feel lost...sometimes..
With no shadowy dreams..a grey smile..
or a white drop of fine sunlight
Someone whispers inside my head, keeps on saying...
"These are the last few dreams in grey...
last few drops of colorless raindrops...
last few words of meaningless rambling..."
Before i go..
These are the few shades of grey i'd love to paint..
Savour Them.
2 whispers that i heard....:
pretty nice expression of emotion in the form of dark portrayal..
especially liked the lines "These are the last few dreams.. .. ..words of meaningless rambling..." and the last part.
how lovely to read a grey poem again!
Post a Comment