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The lady in Pink



Gulabi taaseer hai gulabi mazhab hai
aaj rang ka jashn hai, har jashn main gulabi rang hai
(Pink is the impact, pink is the religion
today is the celebration of colours, every celebration has pink in it)

She brandishes her beautiful, all white pure teeth
and smells of fresh wind
that a sudden shimmery summer brings
when you are in shade
this verse is all about pink
and her eyes reflected the color
in many ways,
Some you cannot imagine

I am platonically mesmerized
“je suis hypnotisé” as they say in French
The strawberry season tried it’s best
But I prefer her nonchalance today
and the jazz at the café
finds the pink melodies

from the ramparts of my closed emotions
I am surely smitten
of an eternal self
In the vivid imagination
of the unknown karmic world
She holds my hand and we see pink and orange skies
Different colors
Play around the bonfire of togetherness

Her eyes play with the
Texture of my thoughts
The curious subtle sobriety
and the serendipitous laughter
all are gifted, all together
and what can I say
of the emotions of my fluttering heart?

Pink uplifts me today
And this fall, of an earlier me,
is seamless

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