Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 23, 2016

‪#‎THE_COLOUR‬ IN ME.~by Lopamudra Mishra




The colour of sky is changing,
First,red then dark ,after the spell, clear blue ,
My eager eyes waiting for the cool drops to sooth my sweaty skin,
The rain did fall,just a some drops to give some pleasant moments to cherish ,
I see your arrival ,just like the unexpected rain,
You wet me through your encourging words,
Your words changed my colour of sky,
I could feel the chilling thunder bouts in me,
Hands numb,legs numb,but face followed my fast thunder beats,
The words sparked my hidden reel,I started feeling confident enough to challenge the troubling spins
The rain stopped after a short spell,but its breeze so cool and fresh,
Regained my strength and returned my grin,
The floral designs you painted on my web ,
Forced me to search my drifted leaf,
Lost in the dense forest of familiar scene,I lost my sparking wheel,
Unlike the rain , you brushed some cool spell on me,Its vibration so strong that created whirlwind to my stagnant pool,
As every moment I feel a new drop of rain in my budding flower buds,,
Now I witness, my sky is changing its colour from red to clear blue
slowly with fragrant breeze.

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