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Lost color


This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 42; the forty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "COLOR"
There is all around a deep silence
My heart and mind are at it violence
I lackluster and yet I feel laying back
My own thoughts are hacked
Life is out of colors; it is black!!

It had never been like this before
Euphoria of being alive was pure
With my smile I colored fade
I was an angel for all without wings
But hinge of life the way it swing

Everything was perfect and sweet
With him my life was complete
I, his zephyr and He my heartbeat
Without him life refuse to replete
Let me loiter for I've lost my fleet

How can life be this cruel ?
It asks me go on snapping my fuel
The whole world drenched in color
Except my own world inside so blur
Life does not stop with someone's depart
But part left can't be filled it remain stark

My heart sink at thinking of all that again

There is all around a deep silence
My heart and mind are at it violence
I lackluster and yet I feel laying back
My own thoughts are hacked
Life is out of colors; it is black!!
Lost colors!
                   


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Comments

  1. Very poignant simran, and true when people depart they take away a part of us along with them.

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    1. Glad you deeply felt my words , Asteria!
      thanks :) :)

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  2. Your words are so deep and full of meaning ... love reading your poems !!!

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    1. Its my fortunate having such dedicated readers like you!
      Thanks, Emerald :-)

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  3. emotional trauma of a broken relationship is beautifully crafted in this poem,nice work

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    1. Glad you liked it, Cifar :-)
      Keep stopping by...

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  4. Estrange relationship can drain colours from one's life. Beautifully written poem, Simran !!

    Here's mine:
    Binzy - Colours around me

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    1. That's true...
      Happy you liked it,Binzy :)

      BTW, I liked your colorful world ;)
      all the best!

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  5. I always feel when words emote, your writing is powerful.. I would say the same for you. Beautiful, painful. The impact is well etched

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    1. That's a wonderful compliment for my writing!
      Thanks a lot, Menarchery...Am touched!

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    1. Your presence makes me happy!
      thanks dear Sis! <3

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  7. Thats so touchy...
    And lovely...
    Loved this...

    All the best for the BAT...
    Link to my post : http://locomente.blogspot.in/2013/10/colors-of-mamma.html

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    1. Glad you loved it, Satya :)
      thanks a lot for the wishes... will stop by urs soon :)

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  8. Beautiful. Poignant. Little one...day by day, you shine brighter with your words. Keep writing. Good luck.

    Someone is Special

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    1. Special One,

      My work being recommended and admired by such a talented poet- writer really means great to me!
      Thank you so much :-)

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    1. Welcome Back Dearo :-)

      Baby khush hui ;)
      thanks a lot! :D

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  10. Wow… awesome flow dear. I truly enjoyed! Black is also a color don't forget :)
    Best wishes! Beautiful picture, adding contrast to line.

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    1. Dear Jeevan,

      And am truly happy you enjoyed the read :-)
      Yes yes... Black is also a color I love wearing :) ;)

      Happy to write something after a long time and receiving your comment....Thanks a lot!

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  11. बेहद सुन्दर कविता

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  12. Hey Simran

    Nice poem there. People come and people go. That's the way it works always. Keep them close for whatever time they are. You'll build a heaven for yourself.

    Luck for BAT.

    Cheers.

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    1. I'll keep in mind your words of wisdom, Animesh
      thank you :-)

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  13. Ah that departure of loved ones from our lives! The pain of it was beautifully expressed Simran. A very moving verse :)
    All the best for BAT :)

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  14. Departure from friends hurt more than a departure from a lover. Exceptionally well written verse Simran. :)

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