BLUE AND WHITE!!

Somehow he has painted my life white and blue,
And left the artwork, these colors though very few,
The velvet of time, woven by threads intermingled,

Retrospect, each time, and make the form much new.

The jewel of pride was always carried by,

Till the moment it bleeds to death and die,

But in between we visited the place enchanting,

Yes, still we breathe the facts we can’t deny.

All and all we’ve knocked on the doors forbidden,
Let the feelings out which were meant to be hidden,

The path righteous, and the choice within the limits of our hands,
But, yet, we longed for the divine grand chance to be given.

White here shows the stillness creeping in,

And probably blue, the symbol of the bleeding sin,

Few moments before I ran in wilderness,

And now I’m in void of solitude hurlin’.

-PRIYANKA.

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