I do not precisely know... whether life has played with me or I have played with it... Whatever the reality, the feeling throbs firm. Life had an upper hand. My thrust was an evanescent flash; on a journey enveloped in tormenting darkness...!
All my life- he said, I have been brown.
It isn't a strange color; mildly chocolate ochre red,
as a tinge of the night floods sweat across my brow.
My face drab, open beige
spread out like desert in thirst;
Staunch placid hungry,
starving for rain.
All my life- he sighed, I have flown economy
Others have told me what I am,
the woman they loved to love.
Your words that beguile tricking softly,
from head to toe.
Make me forget each thunderclap.
So Aryan bright,
Burnt me up with the golden light.
And now I fear to tread on the rain drops,
lest, in a moment,
I call them my own...!
-KS
