Kasturi's Blog

Neither a poem nor a prose ..just my heart that i pour. Reh always liked my randomness n so I will continue it .. The following lines are another example of my randomness .. I know ‘she’ will read this one too !!                                                                               SHE  Coz it knew she would be waiting eagerly for it ..That gushing wind turned its way, just to flow through her beautiful hair Coz they knew she would wait to admire their fall ..Those old ocher leaves held on to the branches till she passed under the tree Coz no one else had owned and enjoyed them the way she did ..The books in that overladen rack secretly fought among themselves to draw her single glance  Coz they very well knew how to impress her and make her lost in them ..Those thumping waves sang a different tune for her as she sauntered along the shore Coz they knew she would smile and tap the leaf to split them into many ...The dew drops on that little

Times are when Black is black and White is White  You feel you are in happy state and a better plight But what you clearly see is The world around is grey and that’s how it will stay You think something wrong with you Your oddity starts troubling you   Changing the glasses is the solution Is what you think and blink Now the picture becomes clear And you see yourself in grey You realize that black and white was an illusion But now,the pail tumbles And everything is commotion Black and white or grey Which you should choose you think There’s no point standing on this brink Anxiety, nervousness,worry and fear  is that you see allover here Immidiely you kick the pail and change the glasses And think Even though its an illusion Black is black and white is white And you better be in this plight