How can you be
so boastful
of your achievements
Painting your treasuries,
a kaleidescope
When you know, that
What you are flirting about
in your blind efforts, are
But a feet of clay
dancing about the dungeon
Measuring a qwerty
Six feet long
What availeth, here
is, but a nought
Neither can you
Hook your shadow
Nor can beat a mountain
with your breath
Instead, will be wrapped dead
Clotting blood
running in your veins
Livor mortis,
The colour of life
A dark but multi-layered poem surrealist poem.
So much thanks dear Sir Vijay Nair ji.
This poem has the edginess and adventurous cadences reminiscent of those psychedelic West Coast song lyrics from the iconic 1968 summer of love.
So much thanks for your precious comments dear Sir Louis Kasatkin.
‘The Colour of Life’ is a vivid portrayal of the stark reality that man is such a puny creature but full of vanity …
So much thanks for your precious comments respected Pushmaotee Subrun Ji.