Black or white?

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….

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.