If I write today,
I might end up drenching the paper,
With water,
Warm with anger,
Salty with disappointment.
If I write today,
I might end up saying too much,
Things that might not be rosy or kind.
If I write today,
I'll realize I have failed.
I'll realize, after all it is all an illusion.
If I write today,
I'll know it is only black and white,
There is no red or pink.
If I write today,
I might not stop,
There is so much..
It is so low.
If I write today,
I would face,
The things buried,
The things uncovered, unsaid.
If I write today,
I would suffer more.
Because I'll know for sure.
I'll realize it all.
It is not rosy or kind.
It is not red or pink.
It is shallow water with,
Sharp rocks underneath.
It is a lot of thorns,
And the flowers have dried.
It is a lot of allegations.
And the heart has cried.
Like I said,
It is only black and white.
No matter what I think,
It is after all,
Only Black and White.
Face to Face with Reality,
The Pink Orchid
I might end up drenching the paper,
With water,
Warm with anger,
Salty with disappointment.
If I write today,
I might end up saying too much,
Things that might not be rosy or kind.
If I write today,
I'll realize I have failed.
I'll realize, after all it is all an illusion.
If I write today,
I'll know it is only black and white,
There is no red or pink.
If I write today,
I might not stop,
There is so much..
It is so low.
If I write today,
I would face,
The things buried,
The things uncovered, unsaid.
If I write today,
I would suffer more.
Because I'll know for sure.
I'll realize it all.
It is not rosy or kind.
It is not red or pink.
It is shallow water with,
Sharp rocks underneath.
It is a lot of thorns,
And the flowers have dried.
It is a lot of allegations.
And the heart has cried.
Like I said,
It is only black and white.
No matter what I think,
It is after all,
Only Black and White.
Face to Face with Reality,
The Pink Orchid
8 comments:
Since you wrote today,
You ended up giving life to paper,
With the power of your pen,
power of your thoughts,
:) :)
If I comment today,
I may praise you too much,
I may see so much of my life in this,
and I may forget I'm telling everyone what's Black and White in my life ;)
Beautiful dear :)
Ah, but you wrote, and what you wrote was what you wanted to, though you may feel that it wasn't what you wanted to :D Nice poem, TPO.
@Prasoon: thank you so much. That was indeed a compliment. :) But giving life to paper might involve words a little more in-depth.
@Vidya: Start Blogging. Please! :)
@Leo: thank you.
Lovely :)
very nice read !!u write good !
Good to know u ..
:)
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