Hair Talk, Soul Talk
13 March, 2003
Author: Anjali Thapa
Mahogany of my hair,
Brings in sunshine each morn,
Pray, illuminate too,
Those days,
Shadows enveloping ' now'.
Highlight too,
Choking black repetition
Fade out this harshness,
Mend your ways now,
Before a New one comes in.
This age old wait,
Filmsy sans a third dimension,
Bouncy permanent waves
Throw fake volume.
Change is needed
Our limp, amoebic bliss,
Attack and apologise affair,
Tiresome and ceaseless.
Tonight I'm leaving
your cell - dark and colorless.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| soulman (67.26.85.187) -- Sunday, March 16 2003, 10:35 pm I must say, that I like your poems. I think it's the way poems are to be written. Alot of depth and the words you use. Even though I need to get a dictionary. Your stories too. Thanks for sharing. |
| RED Dragon (210.14.4.46) -- Tuesday, April 1 2003, 12:56 pm I see you have written sumthin about change...could be with sumthing in your physicalities or sumthin abstract like a relationship...anyhow, the lines:Our limp, amoebic bliss,Attack and apologise affair,Tiresome and ceaseless." remind us that some people (wherein I'm one)often than not, find excuse/s with our own shortcomings however, not ready to move on and renew...the last line shows your courage to accept change...GOOD WORK... |
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