Blue
So you’re feeling blue
on a day that I’m wearing blue and feeling good about it
You call me to tell me that it reminds you of Anil Kapoor
And I know you’re thinking of my wailing
Why’s everything so blue???
at a movie we saw once
You liked the idea but it disturbed me.
I said so. You just smiled.
In that conversation you were me and I was you
Does it matter then, who says what
And this time, how each of us sees blue?
*Read my other Love Poetry. Or listen to it.
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@ Pravin Paratey: LOL…you sillee man!
Ancient Deeish saying,
man who eat blueberry
get blue tongue
man who wash mouth after
get rid of colour
@ Shreyasi: Or it should at least. Not always though.
@ Peeyush: We stick to them at least even if we don’t always like them. The unknown is scary even if it is more promising.
@ SwB: How’re u doing? I haven’t been as regular at your place either…check on and off but when I do, I read all the back-posts, especially the short poems with pics accompanying them. You’re really good at those.
@ Brad: :-p
AniL Kapoor? :O
Been long since i came here … how u doin smithy? got the blues i see:)
When I lose myself/search in “you are me and I am you”, it really doesnt matter who said what and who saw what. It becomes a continuum of sorts.