~red~
Oaths made in broken promises
Get always red as they grow old
Fluffy vanilla sky whispers to me
the red land of possibilities
That you are as always mine
Clad in clouds of red chiffon
flying moving intertwined in my dreams
And dreams of fairy telling story of a fairy
In strings of a smile's guitar
Lips blushing ballads of love in red red cherries
Sometimes red in hatred clouds hit each other
in words à plaisir
Sounds in clarinets mocking each other, rhythm
of a patch-up ukulele, trumpets singing our tempers
mood swings jingling in tambourines
Mortal and melodious
Yet my eyes are red
for i see only red in roses
they are still red with the tears you shed for me
Tears of a saxophone is all i can smell
But i do not have enough red running in my veins
let me now sail away from your dreams causing nights so sleepless
I want to bite my night with your silent nightmare
and time's turtle ship be sailing in your eyes
Now you are the only one whom for i feel
yes to be a heart
A heart full of questions where only shadows are but answers
Now crows caw my morning red
As i heave you in breath of a red tea in a red cup
croissants, fromage and crotons only sharpen
the instrument to devour
But silence of time has to write so many untold stories
in wrinkles and blurred eyes, blemishes on skin
and may be walks ambulatory
bringing a procession of dead hopes
for my red to hush in white curtail like you
Let my last words oscillate
from the time we started until the time unknown to us another
So that when i scale the drapes of your sky so blue
inside your mouth so silent so long so high
then i can only say this world is really green
After your blues are served in my red
red balloons containing the breath of my life
remaining or what remained.
poem by Amit Ray
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