Growing up is finding out
That things are not just wrong or right
Growing up is finding out
That life is not either black or white
Growing up, is one fine day,
Discovering, the colour grey
This is a combination of a memoir, an outlet to vent frustration, and an attempt to spare boring you with the gory details when we actually meet. It is also an attempt to maintain sanity. Mine. You read this at your own risk :)
8 comments:
Lovely! :)
You forget that a colour,
Can dilate endless,
So every waking hour,
Should ideally be happiness.
Lovely!
Well said, Arch! Often, even "grown-ups" never discover the color grey :(
zak that was lovely too! thank you! :)
wanderlust : thank you :)
ganga : they would be the lucky ones no ganga? :)
Lucky are the ones who never discover the colour grey? Discovering that colour certainly robs life of its simplicity (if it ever had been simple to start with!) but it makes one more tolerant, flexible, adaptable...often leading to less heartburn eventually :) Could you mail me your phone number? Looks like this is the fastest way to get to you :)
Wow! Wow! And another WOW!! Brilliant. You are really good at poems, aren't you?
There you go again,
Being nice,
Appreciating a tepid thought,
While at no bargain,
Or rock bottom price,
Will ever, my poetry be bought :)
Ganga : There are, obviously, many shades to grey! ;)
pal : thank you for that abundant appreciation!! :)
zak : go make your movie!!! :p
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