Colors

A cold, simple heart-
Placid like a forest waterfall, inconsiderate of the consequences of the river below.
Flows down and mingles with the river
The blue of the water turns white with the bubbles.

Light as a feather-
Our hero talks in syllables, hides much more than he can and he could
Tries hard to express himself in the complex way possible
Red, he turns with anger because of his blue interior.

“Look at the stars, look how they shine for you-
And everything you do, 'cause they were all yellow
I came along, I wrote a song for you-
And all the things you do, and it was called yellow.”

Wishes of a kid-
They don’t arrive in a day, they formulate with the maturity of gaining ideas
But in time realizes, the unfortunate.
Its this golden dreams that make a bare red angry soul.

A train on fire-
They were leaving to a place they called their motherland, their place of start
Somehow they aggravated some mild human beings.
An orange gang lit up in the mix of green jealousy and red blood.

A naïve lover of the ghetto-
He fell in love with the idea of reaching a star that one had named “destiny”.
Instead he came tumbling down on god’s hard rock.
A violet lover destined to become a black-hearted murderer.

Wish you were here-
Every second, time and again, ponders where his lover is.
Whether she would show up and bring the flowers back into his heart.
His colorless face turns a rainbow with her.

The principles we hold on to-
He raises his finger to protest and the same finger to defend, and the same to shit.
He lies about roads, whores and about his wife.
A white politician’s spirit turns a black mint.

On a day like today-
Your best friend gives you a hug, your mother cheers you up, your love just confesses her love.
The day seems like a movie.
A silver screen idiom, anybody’s yellow dream.

Finally for my love-
The beach tells us stories after stories in cryptic ways and teaches us enigmatic verses.
Poetry comes and reaches me like the stories when I’m with you.
Love flows in the air, takes me wildly
Shows me a light and leaves an advice to give her.
A pimpled white moon reflects in the blue sea, and brings a message home.

the yellow line---------------the white---------------the blue line

(I wanted to interpret that yellow defined joy, the blue defined sorrow…in between was my childish heart, white.)

Inspired completely by Coldplay’s “Yellow”. Never thought a song can actually mean so much and hit me so hard. Apparently, it was meant to be a normal poetry, but the last para just gave it away with just too much to write about my love. By the way, contains elements I love to discuss, like politics, ghetto, friendships, music………..

9^th May, 2007. 3.50 A.M.

Was listening to: “Yellow” by Coldplay. (Obviously)