Every shade of colour,
every colour of shade;
for each moment in life,
there is one, just one that is made.
O lights of colour, O colours of light;
thy memories shall never fade.
In you the world reflects,
In you I reflect upon the world.
With pebbles of time, I fill my bag;
Some grey, some white,
some so green yet out of sight.
Each moment is an epoch,
just as each colour is a shade.
Every man is what he fills his bag with,
Every truth, every dream, every lie and every myth.
But then what is life,
if not a rhyme of colours,
and a colour in every rhyme.
every colour of shade;
for each moment in life,
there is one, just one that is made.
O lights of colour, O colours of light;
thy memories shall never fade.
In you the world reflects,
In you I reflect upon the world.
With pebbles of time, I fill my bag;
Some grey, some white,
some so green yet out of sight.
Each moment is an epoch,
just as each colour is a shade.
Every man is what he fills his bag with,
Every truth, every dream, every lie and every myth.
But then what is life,
if not a rhyme of colours,
and a colour in every rhyme.
Well well written!!... The flow of expressions binded beautifully with the rhyming words!!!
ReplyDeleteSome part of your words are like the way I feel... Some part of my words are like the way you feel.... From the different lands, different identities with different name.... But raja why do we still feel the same?ЁЯЩВЁЯЩВ
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