Footprints

Leave me out with the waste, this is not what I do. It's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you. It's the wrong time, she's pulling me through. It's a small crime and I have got no excuse! Is that alright if I give away my gun when it's loaded? If you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it? -- 9 Crimes

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Leave me out with the waste, this is not what I do. Its the wrong kind of place to be cheating on you. Its the wrong time, she's pulling me through. It's a small crime and I've got no excuse. Is that alright if I give my gun away when its loaded? If you dont shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it? -- 9 Crimes

Friday, January 19, 2007

i love Blue...


this is an ode to my favourite color Blue. initially while preparing the 'blueprint' in my mind i had not much to think of but when i actually sat and started writing this stuff, the door to the World of Blue miraculously opened to me. and this is what i learnt...everything that Blue stands for.


She embodies the divine, she swims in the Nile
her cheerland, from here, is just another mile
Nilgiri is her home, she exists in the rain
when black and blue, she'll put you through pain
Zeus is her companion, she lives in the blue skies
she's a mystery, she's deep, she stands for height
she's Radha's Krishna, she's Dante's Devil
she personifies hell, the hue of peril
she symbolises infinity, she's the color of magic
she's cold, she's winter, she's sad and tragic
she abets honesty, the way she croons
she'll sing you the Blues, you can see her in the moon
she epitomises the oceans, she reflects the truth
calm and serene, i call her Blue....

2 Comments:

Blogger PrimaDonna said...

i had a lot many things to include in this...as-in the Bluetooth, the aristocratic Blue-blood, taboo Blue comedies and Blue movies...but the character which my poem had assumed in the making, it all didnt go with it...

5:21 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

nice...ur thoughts r pure

9:10 AM  

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