Morphing through time
Orange frustrations
Purple patterns
Yellow leaves
Red lust
Black flower
White sky
Green life
Blue streaks
Become my rainbow of thoughts
Memories come and go
A heart that melt once, harden more
Eyes that stare into abyss
A machine undercover human
Lips smile indifferent
Face expressionless
I am finally in the limelight
Acting a part never taught before
Light passing through me
Transperency
Life goes on.
Purple patterns
Yellow leaves
Red lust
Black flower
White sky
Green life
Blue streaks
Become my rainbow of thoughts
Memories come and go
A heart that melt once, harden more
Eyes that stare into abyss
A machine undercover human
Lips smile indifferent
Face expressionless
I am finally in the limelight
Acting a part never taught before
Light passing through me
Transperency
Life goes on.
posted by Incognito at 7:31 PM
10 Comments:
Intriguing..
Black flower?
I hestitate to try to interpret this, if I do misinterpret it, well, i'm sure you'll explain what you meant, won't you?
Is the speaker acting the part of an indifferent person to an ex-lover or something of the sort? [stanza 2]
'Light passing through me/ Transparency '
seems to say that it in the limelight it is obvious that you are acting a part, and conclusion would be movign on?
Do tell me if I've made a fool of myself.
Nice colours, by the way, I liked the way you formatted the asosciation to a colour with the colour..
same here, the fear of getting it all wrong...
hmmm, lets see...
by saying " acting a part.." u mean to say u finally get to be ur self..
and those things in the first stanza u re talkng bout a persons emotions being hidden by them putting a facade...
i think i got it totally wrong.. hehe.. also i think i sounded too pedantic asking u to study hard for french level 1.. i thought u were gonna join the course in sometime..
c ya
Camphor : Hey, Thanks!
*pause*
Reliving experiences again and again good/bad makes one indifferent.
Not necessarily involving an ex-lover, but anykind of trust that gets broken, everytime it is formed. Thats why, even when lips smile, eyes dont. Physically alive, mentally dead or perhaps extremely tired.
When I meant, 'Transperency'- The thoughts become naked. Realisation of a freedom, exceeding boundaries.
When we constrain ourselves, we never reach a solution. We mentally put away the possibilities. You were right. Conclusion - Time heals any wound.
Black flower : Shadow of every flower.
Prashant :By 'Acting a part..'- I meant -Masks that we choose to adorn. Whether we wear it or shed it. As I said before, Indifference occurs when we re-open the same wound over and over again.
:) So, when are you joining level II ?
Sandoze : Black flower - shadow of every flower, however colourful!
Incredibly touching that you went to my first post! :D did you know how much that means to a person? Thank you!
If I like a person's writing, I slowly work my way backwards. :) Keyword being 'slowly'.
The interpretation only makes the poem more beautiful!
I think the best gift that a poet could get is the interpretation of the poem by the reader. Therefore I am taking the liberty to gift you with mine...
The first thing that strikes me in this poem is that your thoughts are not just black and white. The fact that you hold a rainbow of thoughts is encouraging in itself, because it means that you have not shut yourself out from the colors of life.
Black Flower:
A flower signifies several things, depending on the context. Under one context, a flower could also signify secrecy. Black flower, as i interpret it, could be the secret impressions left behind by someone or something.
White Sky:
A clean canvas on which the other colors dance. Signifies the mind, clarity of thought, chastity...
Acting a part never taught before - an impromptu reaction, the dawning of a mask appropriate to the situation one is subject to. This is the result the morph - a mask over a mask over a mask...
Time does not really heal, it conceals - the real face is concealed underneath all those pretentious masks.
right colours associated with right things....
moodi illatha mugangal parpathu arithu....true.
good reading
Camphor : Me always curious about emotions people display. Each one different, in their own world. And, yes, I do like what I read in your posts, probably wanted more ;).
Thankyou!
Pradeep : Very interesting to know, about your interpretation. Each one to his own. But I would like to contradict vehemently on one point. "Time does not really heal, it conceals..". I have experienced Time, and how it healed many wounds that could not be treated at one point.It does not conceal. Infact, time reveals secrets, that had not been understood in the past.
Sandoze : :)
Vibha : Thanks. u put it nicely.
hey,nice...especially the starting para...I'm not even going to try and interpret it...
Sandoze : It sure is.
The Monk : Merci monsieur:)
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