June 14, 2009

The Painted Day


Kala Ghoda, Bombay. 2009.

When life throws a palette of colours your way
Step away from the wind.
For, if it is too strong as it will likely be,
The colours will quickly blur into one.
And where you could have painted your day brightly
It will now shiver in the bleakness of none!


20 comments:

Cynthia said...

Fun poem, Anil. It's true that colors are beautiful separate and carefully mixed...but when they are thrown together the usual result is mud. <3

pink dogwood said...

Love the new poet emerging in you (or maybe you always have been one and I haven't read all of your posts). great poem.

sundar said...

That's a good one Anil...
Is this one of contest entries to Kala Goda ?

Very nice.

bobbie said...

A wonderful photo, and a verse to make one think.

Gauri said...

Beautifully put Anil :)

Ajay said...

Hey Anil one more new facet of writing is emerging! Fantastic verse!!! this is very different in feel as compared to your oneliners and Four liners

AJAY

Anil P said...

Cynthia: Thank you. Very true. This will hold true for many other things as well.

Pink Dogwood: I was never much into poetry, actually almost never :-) Maybe you could call this 'fluid' prose than poetry :-)

Sundar: Thanks. No, it was not entered in any contest.

Bobbie: Thank you. I was drawn to the warmth in the scene near the open auditorium opposite Rampart Row, and let the shutter drop on it.

Gauri: Thank you.

Ajay: Thanks :-) I still prefer the one line and the quatret form :-)

Darlene said...

I love the look of awe on the child's face and the pleased look on the Daddy's face. A happy moment caught by the camera.

Lakshmi said...

i can see the colours blurring :)

Lucy said...

I like both these last two poems very much; you do small jewels as well as big tapestries!

Anil P said...

Darlene: Yes, the child was watching her father show her how to hold it against the wind, thrilled to see the wind whirr it so.

Lakshmi: Yes, they are beginning to.

Lucy: Thank you :-)

karen said...

What a beautiful photo - it really made me smile! Lovely words, too :)

Anan said...

lovely warm picture

Nikki said...

lovely pic!

Sukanya C said...

Anil...came upon your blog ... very peaceful look and feel.

Amber Star said...

What sweet expressions of delight the father has on his face and the child is looking like maybe he doesn't quite know what to think and it might be dangerous. When life sends me a great palette of colors, I try to get upwind, but more than likely will get a lot on me.

Lori ann said...

i like this very much, especially the child in the background of the photo. and of course your poem, its lovely.

Sarah Laurence said...

Anil, I love that father and child! Perfect poem for the image. Sorry to be so slow to visit - I just got back from England.

fishbowl said...

Oh, wise little piece:)

Anil P said...

Karen: Thank you :-)

Anan: Thanks :-)

Nikki: Thanks.

Sukanya: Thank you.

Amber Star: The child patiently waited for her dad to show her how to hold it against the wind, and he happily did so.

Lori Ann: Thank you :-)

Sarah Laurence: Thanks. Must have felt good revisiting a former place of work.

fishbwl: Thank you :-)