Whispering Whistles: Recent Episodes
rajat dalai
Poetry relating to different shades of a specific blue for its referred to as a sad colour, but actually is vital.
//The colours you forgot to take away.
I have been a home to parasites With minimal urge to live within me They say I am blind at times to recognise The beauty and belongingness of being a host. I creep every dawn with black coffee And black dailies filled with black headlines With black inks on innocent white paper. Their violence on the sheet reflects Exactly the pain and grief of the subject. And amidst all these blacks and whites There are a few gray ones in the smallest corners As headlines have become something The lines on head doesn't widen for anymore.
I feel like being in a nation Diseased with Parkinson's and smile A smile of sattire, as another child is killed By the gluttonous belly of a rich lad Who forgot or rather chose to leave a bowl Filled with life but for the one less privileged.
My country feels like an antonym Of what its flag was actually meant for. There lies a huge gap amidst saffron and green All left between is barren and white And the wheel which was to keep them together Has been left untouched by both of them. I pity it for being a wheel from my lands. I pity for none from both the extremes could Till date understand it shall rotate to success When both of them tried the same clockwise directions.
Maybe the people who bleed for this Have left their colours for us Very immature us Who question their thoughts and ask Aren't these "The colours you forgot to take away!..." ©Rajat Kumar Dalai