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Shades of them…

Her light black glittered nail paint was his favorite. He loved putting it over her fingers to her arms & some of it on her cheeks too. She would curse him trying to rub it off from all over her while he laughed his eyes out.  payalHe would hide her anklets in the dark hours of the night.  Just so that he would get another chance to kneel down, take her feet in his hands and tie it again. He had gifted her more than a dozen anklets, all with metallic bells. He felt assured of her presence while he wouldn’t be looking at her.

Sometimes when she felt low, he would braid her hair too, gently caressing each strand. He liked her hair lose, untied, falling carelessly all over her face. They said he was always talking, but with her, the only thing he wanted was to listen. He would notice the little crack in her voice when he smiled at her. And the gentle curve of her lips when she tried to steal a look from him. Days when he would wake up before her, he would watch her sleep. His favorite time of the day was when they would sit on the attic in absolute stillness. How comfortable it was to share silences with her and still be understood. Sometimes he thought how she always knew whether he wanted a strong coffee or a soothing tea without him saying a word.

Many a days she would hide in the garden only to see the expression on his face as he would lose himself in the painting. She had mastered the art of putting into words the thoughts in his mind. Most of her days will be spent with her putting colors on blank sheet. Days she didn’t paint, she would talk to his mother, go through his childhood album picking up faces to frame, mix up songs for them to dance on a dimly lit evening, bookmark the pages for him to read from her favorite novel and learn to bake, just the way he liked…

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…Until he conquers again

rainy-days

The frowning bright blue sky,

Rusted tangerine colored moon

Goes pale in confusion

The night has come

Clouds painted blue in black

Like a feathered spray

Hovering above in sky.

 

Trees casting invisible shadows

Lonesome figures creep along

Sleep seems a far off dream

Where have all the stars gone?

Why does the sky bleed?

The blood flows through my veins

Quenching my sun baked soul

 

Lightning flashed through

The rolling thunder of my dreams

Pouring down with all its might

Washing away my troubles,

Falling freely at last to the ground

Refreshing me with gentle fingers

My feathers brushing against the wind

 

The rain diminishing quietly

Sun is blazing

Once again there is green ground

And the seven colors

Exhibit its departure

Redefining the beauty

From temporary dull to blue

Until the rain conquers again