Sunday, November 21, 2010

Tranquil Conflicts


when -- the blush responded
blood -- being the color of red
they -- misspelt the charm unnoticed
and -- mistook him dearly for dead.

then -- fondness killed itself
water -- being the color called none
we -- were gifted with liberty righteous
or -- let loose all senses to the run?

when -- the frown roostered
fire -- being the color of gold
they -- undressed the armour unaware
and -- altered the prophecy untold.

then -- shy crept the cowardice untrue
ice -- being the color of her lust
we -- hailed the agony of doubt shameless
or -- greeted the defeats unjust?

1 comment:

rini said...

that is really beautiful. i usually hate poems on blog..........but this one just took my breath away