Marital bliss, or sufferance?
One a widow, another a bride,
Smeared vermillion, and necklace of pearl,
‘what a contrast’, remarked the Earl,
She was married, the other will be,
one woman’s mourning, the others’ ceremony
one moment happiness and the next moment lost pride.
– Ankita Roy
Might of an ocean, limits of sky
And soulful songs of blue.
The dominant ink
And boy’s sigil,
Loyalty and tranquility in its depth.
Elegance of blue, marred by no other hue.
– Shiva Gupta
This green label of
Dettol (original) handwash
strips itself to white nudity
the remains still proclaim
from all kinds of
germs shouldn’t catch hold of me.
– Kanupriya Dhingra
Red Devils Dancing in Fire,
Passion’s excessive surge,
Wounds my Red Heart’s desires,
What happens, if I submit?
I bleed on your white sheets,
Surrendering my bride price.
(And everything else)
All is erased, only Vermillion remains.
– Anupriya Bose
Greyscale foetus moving on the screen,
Swimming like a question mark.
Will it grab a collar?
Or show a pretty dance?
Confusion wraps Mr. Tall and Mrs. Round.
Holding a purple sweater,
Both nod unanimously.
– Punvi Kalia
Catchy are sunflower and mustard fields
Superb is contrast with green leaves
Yellow Sun makes green to be mellowed
Sweet and pulpy ready to be swallowed
Rhyming a Dirty Fellow and Black Buffalo
Not lively and complete without Yellow
– Abhay Sisodia
I and White
are friends with
Benefits tells us
our grey areas
and its vulgar shades.
But ever since
White made our colours.
I have been laying them to sleep.
– Prannay Pathak