The Shades and the Brush

Packed was I in a small crystal clear bottle, I was its identity

The blue bottle, the red one or the green goblet

Though when around you all time, I am not given fame

My fame comes with my name

But where is my name?

The flower is adored for its vibrant delicacy

The pretty butterfly for its colorful flutter

The sky for its iridescent ambit

The rainbow for its seven 'me'

Sometimes I wonder if it's me

Or the bodies carrying me

Who is adored more ?

Fuddles me to the core !

One day sitting inside a tiny tube

I was resting inside the dark lube

Suddenly someone pressed me

Scuffled me

Strangled me

Tussled I, came out with a heavy breath

Breathing freely I was at ease

A slender stick with soft fiber

fondled me

A little shy I was at such an endearing gesture

Coaxing me gently

I felt the quiver

I mingled in him in a trice

like the way you gulp a mango slice

No longer I was me, captivated in a color tube

here I was free and liberated

with the slender brush

Oh sorry! a colorful brush

embarked on an advent to a majestic portrait

I was now a colored brush brushing along the shades of me

on a white canvas 

leaving behind my indelible imprints.

Öbrìgadò!
JJJ
 

Mystic White

White words on white paper
Want to express a lot
But dont know the manner
The white engulfs another white
Leaving the white (paper) blank behind
Eventually I got keyed as callous.
But the white holds all the seven
And so do me as stoic and stirred
A diamond is needed to look
Through the plain light
Displaying vivid iridescent colours.


Hioy'oy Hoi Polloi
JJJ

THE BLUE BALLOON

Beneath the giant wheel,
Stood a man in green.
Holding the bright balloons upright,
He blew the piper-pipe. 

Red,Yellow,Green and Blue,
Danced to the music in crew.
Tied with the strings tight,
They glided to left to right.

Merry-making was the Balloon family,
Until a child came to the man-slender.
Choosing the blue balloon,
He drived the balloons into gloom.

Red was the mother,            
Yellow was the father.
Green was the brother,
Of the Balloon Blue.

Green twirled his string,
Around the neck of blue.
Red caressed his head,
And Yellow stared at the child below.

The man disentangled the entangled
Strings of the Green and the Blue.
Moving aside the Red and Yellow,
He pulled out the string of Blue.

The Blue swayed hard,
Against the movement of man's hand.
The wind was still,
The balloons were raging.

Red ,Yellow and Green looked dull,
The man dusted for the gloss.
It was the dust of departure,                                                                          
Reigning the Balloon family.