An evening,
when loneliness was not its usual grey
the night turned deep. and decidedly violet
the sky through the window was an opaque black
the words all rainy-white
the pictures a distant sea-blue
and some silences,
and some silences,
sinful crimson.
That evening,
That evening,
the yellows of my sunflowers and my long-misplaced self
stargazed through the rainbow bubbles
stargazed through the rainbow bubbles
They touched me
before they burst.
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One Night,
when I found the whole ocean of joy, rolling beneath the little wave of my conciousness,
my little soul in blissful unity with whole existence,
I didnot say , poetry spoke..
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