Faces

At the end of the day
When the sky is all black,
When the pin-drop-silence
Engulfs the earth,
When the moon is all tired-up,
And the stars don’t want to
Twinkle any more.
I close my eyes, and I see faces.
Faces I have known, faces unknown.
Faces I love, faces I don’t care about.
Faces no longer in my life,
Faces who are intrinsic parts of it.
Faces whom I have never seen,
Faces whom I will never meet again.
Faces, faces, and only faces,
I see all kind of them.
A sense of gratitude fills my heart
Whenever I see them all.

Am thankful to god
For having known them,
No matter how, why, and when.
And I don’t regret
A SINGLE ONE.




~~~preetilata~~~

copyright © 2007 preetilatasarkar

My Audible Colours !!!

Honey,
Can you hear the colours of my life?
Yes! They are audible.
Listen to them once dear,
Listen to them once.

My blue is calling you.
It’s full of sorrows.
It wants to fall down as tears.
So it wants you
To be near.
Please be there honey
Please be there.

My angry soul is red.
It has seen you on the bridge
With that brunette.
And please don’t tell me
That she is your friend
And you were discussing on
Something called urgent.

Oh! Dear!
My happy soul is green.
On you I want to lean.
I want to hug u tight
Please come and hold me again.

My heart is shouting yellow
It’s singing a song
Full of mellow.
Come and hold my hand
And let us cross the river.

Ah! Don’t be afraid
It’s not at all deep.
Come on Hun!
Letz go there
To the other side of the river
To touch the gigling rainbow
And to smell the smiling flowers.

Oh! There’s a swing pink in colour.
And a concreate bench
With greyish tint.

Come on, Shona!
Let’s go to that
VIBGYOR world
And listen to the
Audible colours of our heart.

~~~preetilata~~~

copyright © 2007 preetilatasarkar