Thursday, October 16, 2008

a dark grey


They say they look perfect together...
two of a kind hand in hand...
nobody asked her if she felt perfect with him
or if he saw her as perfect ....
he kept on saying he is perfect with or without her,
she didnt care if he isn’t perfect

she never believed in idea of perfection...
she would wish to be admired as anybody would
she did all the admiration and got none
assumed all admiration from him are silent
and accepted all those silent moments as admiration....
believed he knew only good of her....

he knew he is great cause she said so
he knew he could do great cause so the setting was
he knew he is admirable cause that’s the only way he knew
he knew she could be perfect... if only
she could dance like H.... laugh like A
walk like N and be a bit more professional like V

and thus spilled the beans...
he wouldnt know whats wrong...
she would never tell him
but for her he is long gone
cause she would ever dance, laugh,
walk, talk or be professional like anybody else but herself...

so she walks out alone... as herself...
even though its dark... as dark as the darkest grey
and him left behind mimicking endless greys
in illusion of white against a darker grey
cause ther are no whites or black
but endless shades of grey...

5 comments:

La Delirante said...

Very nice poem.I loved the last paragraph because it is so true! There are only endless shades of grey :)

loving soul said...

thanks dear... i am fighting with my shade of grey.. the problem is there are so many varialtion of it... sometime it is a rose grey and the other its a cool grey.... sometime it has a tinge of yellow and other it has an influence of green... hah ! difficult world i say :)

riya said...

thoughtful poem....I also believe in the fact....there is no black or white...life comes in shades of grey......delightful reading...good cheers!!!

loving soul said...

thanks dear.... :)

Lakshmi said...

u said it all ...so agree with u