THE COLORS

I tried to find the faces there,

Faces hiding behind the holy colors,

Were they gray, were they white,

Or, were they as they say, “The darkness glorified”?

I was beating inside,

Trying to link those crisscross lines,

The boundaries ahead and the ones below,

All colored throughout, thoroughly, in a different human flow.

Why don’t they make sense to me?

As, so easily, they make sense to many!

Why don’t they speak to me, group me, or alienate me?

Why don’t they come up as they come for all; love me, hug me, or hit me till I fall!

Why am I so confused?

Till all of them squall:

  “Why do you want us to get colored in that human doubt?

   Why do you want us to flow segregated of all?

    Look at us, we make sense together,

    Together we rise, and together we fall!”

Yes, TOGETHER THEY RISE, AND TOGETHER THEY FALL!

REBECCA PART 3: SHAPING ME-1

REBECCA got created here: REBECCA

I rise to see the clouds unveiled,

The drops still wetting the locks.

Brightness once proposed to be dim, feels blinding,

The air whispers to the nakedness of my physical lot.

 Hard to feel the toughness of land,

The feet seem to be numb and bland.

Touch doesn’t work anymore,

The hands have lost their power to control.

Smells are unique,

They don’t seem to distinguish themselves as they flow,

My voice voices me,

It has my inner glow.

No more do I resemble the dead,

REBECCA shapes me and in me she dwells……

To be continued….

Some Lines.....

Some lines drawn on the sheet,

Some lines drawn in vain,

Some lines with shades of dark,

And some erased somewhere during the path.

Some lines reluctant to express,

Some with a start till end.

Some having the truths to unfold,

Some with secrets hidden deep below their mold.

And then too all have a certain story to tell,

And a smile to share,

And some tears to shed.

Some lines drawn on the sheet,

They rise, rise where all of them meet.

& I Get Crossed Again

Was it a cry that they cared for, or was it just a lonely devil inside,

Was it a breath that they looked for, or was it just the smell of blood far aside?

The dwelling peace and the rained mud,

The whispers in the silence that all dreamt for,

Music in the breeze when the days were not so calm,

The gifts for who never belonged and a shoulder for them, who had no one to return,

The promises in short which I made, some fulfilled some still remain,

The heart achieved through constant concern,

The heart which feels for everyone,

The heart which made me crossed then,

Seems to have crossed me again.

I got holes in my body, to make them free from the pains,

And now when I reside in them,

I see them pierced every now and then.

Was it a fool’s decision that I made once again,

Am I made to suffer the hurting till the end?

I got crossed to reside in you, to see myself resurrected with you again,

To see my life in you begin,

But what happened before happened again,

A devil’s cry is taken care of again,

And now I get crossed,

I get crossed again.

 A petite attempt to summarize the pains,

 Of The ONE who got crossed,

 And is still getting crossed for us again and again........................