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?
Love has left the building.What’s more, it left without paying the rent.Don’t bother chasing though,I know where it went. Off to confuse another lifeAnd mess up someone else’s scoreAnd to shake up things forAnyone who dares think that life is such a bore. And since it is such divine entertainmentMethinks…
When the king falls, and he will fallAnother will sit in his placeAnd a hundred others will hold him up& plot his disgraceThey will talk about the politics of bodiesThey will gamble these bodiesThe woman with five husbandsWas shared property & objects have no agency He looks at me &…
@ 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.