Zebra stripes, crossing lines, and inked pages
Dreams of subconscious minds, nights to days
Morals and sins, parting wrong from right
You hate, you love, you think and you do
Why everything appears black and white!
Look again! A drop of black emerging in white
Can you see the dance of light into the darks
On the horizon, no absolute truth or the perfect lie
People are not monochrome as they look
How can you tell life is black or white!
You insist to see everything in two shades
The dark colour for you maybe my white
Holes in the divider that you ignored
No complete black or spot-less white
Did I tell you? I‘m grey from the inside!
©Charu Gupta and Potpourri of Life
Let me move to the countryside; or little into the wild
In search of new emotions and the faces that don’t look alike
My soul feels captive in this jungle of concrete
Each breath I breathe with lots of scuffle and fret
No stories to write; no poems to recite
All are rushing to reach nowhere in sight
No moment to rest or laugh or to love
Everyone is worried, hurried and stressed!
Take me to the fields, mountains or the seas
Oh! Just take me away from the cities
A shady tree, a little shack and a river flowing down the track
Nothing much do I need few birds some butterflies
Flowers, grass and the wind passing by
There I’ll sit under my tree writing stories full of life!
© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.