Grey is the color

Although the future may hold

Some challenging times ahead,

Life does entail multiple complexities,

Rife with vulnerability,

Heartaches and pains

Caught in a cataclysm of time.

However, it is a natural progression,

Sometimes green, sometimes yellow

And at other times mauve.

 

When the mind brims with memories pink,

And the crescent moon, all gold

Bathes the corn fields with her golden beams,

The trees stand still,

So does the vast wilderness

Of the unknown.

 

I listen to the tinkle of bells

And think about the waves dashing

Against the craggy rocks.

I think of the gauges and streams

Gone dry, like the drought-stricken lands

With tears of terror in their eyes

Waiting for the raindrops topour

From the dark heavy clouds.

 

Blood red fear engulfs me

When I think of the cacophonies of the world,

The gunshots, the missiles, the bomb blasts,

The deep pathos of the old, the women and children,

Who  are not sure that a day called tomorrow

Sheathed in colors of the rainbow

Will dawn over their homes.

 

I do my collage and bricollage

With an enigmatic smile,

Polishing my art to a shine.

I think about the colors life has to offer

And I focus on grey

For grey is the color of the ashes

That I will be leaving behind

To shine with the hues of silver

When I will have taken wings

To soar towards the stars

Where a spade is called a spade

And the power of thoughts reigns supreme.

 

Pramila Khadun

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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

5 thoughts on “Grey is the color

  1. Kumaara Sukeja

    Felt was color-blind all this time with deadened sensibilities until awakened while reading this fantastic poem written by the accomplished poetess known for her virtuosity ! Fabulous !

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    1. pramila khadun

      Thanks Kumaara for this wonderful comment which touched every bit of my heart.I feel humbly honored.May we climb together to greater heights along with all our poet friends.God Bless.

      Reply

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