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In disguise

Rose the color of midnight
Falling from a silver sky
Lightly dusted with early snow
And wrapped with wind awry

Blue rose dipped in thunder
And gilded with purple blood
Awakened from timeless slumber
Arisen from a sphinx-like bud

Its shapes and forms are fluid
Its essence changes every hour
With every passing moment,
One beholds a phoenix or a flower

But their shadows are strangely solid
and held captive in the light
yet remain the almost-seen and seldom known
subtext of the night

- was planning to recite it at the Open Mic at Prithvi. Couldn't make it in time. The bookshop has a sale, though, and it was charming to read Hindi classifications of books too: 'Naatak', 'Kavita', and 'Anya'.

Comments

skar said…
Lovely template for the blog. I had always wanted to complain about this terrible colour combination - light pink on a white background - on your previous template. I always had to highlight the text in order not to strain my eyes. Thanks,
Unknown said…
beautiful, truly beautiful words ... :) can i share them with people on my facebook page .. of course with your name boldly showing .. :)
Mukta Raut said…
hi karthik, thanks! That pic is from my trip to Phuket. I love the sea! And yes, blue is what I was feeling yesterday, hence I picked it out!

Hi omni, of course. :-)
Anonymous said…
Hey the words are truly wonderful... Its an Awww, that you didnt recite it at Prithvi Mic
Mukta Raut said…
hey arsh,

:-( maybe, next time!
Anonymous said…
TUJHE YAAD NA MERI AAYI, KISI SE AB KYA KEHNA
DIL ROYA KE AANKH BHAR AAYI, KISI SE AB KYA KEHNA
Satandit said…
~heehehe, seems like you have an 'anon' admirer !! I love the new template, its so refreshing.And the pome ? So preety (can preety be used to describe what I felt when I read it), so vibrant..and nice. Maybe next time at openmic at Prithvi you could recite it...~
skar said…
Oh, Phuket's waters seem bluer than the waters I saw in Langkawi,Indonesia. I thought they must all be the same. Damn, now I need to save up again!
Mukta Raut said…
Anon!

Are you the non in Dilli? The same one who promised to make aloo parathas but didn't? Is that you? If yes, HEY! do, do, do write to me!

And satandit! thenk yew! thenk yew!

Karthik...:-) but saving for travel is worth saving for, na? its the bestest thing in the world!
Ashish Shakya said…
I love the header pic. It's so wonderfully...blue.

(Note to self: Must save up for Thailand)

And it's not just the picture, the words are beautiful as well.
Mukta Raut said…
Hi Ashish!

It does look nice, na? It was awesome just stepping into that water for a swim! :-)

Yes, yes...do save up and go and share pictures!

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