A happy blue !!

A.

A study.

A.

White..white..white !!

Yipppeeee !!

White, white, white ! The world is sparkling white right now ! Snow everywhere, on my nose tip and eyelashes and grass blades and rooftops and daffodils and..and...and...I could go on and on and on !

Gosh, I felt like dancing, but alas I couldn't even walk..lol..! My bottom had some nice bumps as I walked or rather tried to walk ! Groooannn..not to mention frozen ! Bleary watery eyes, red nose not to mention runny..lol..! But....

Its beautiful..gorgeous..and..hey everything is alright with the world or we'll MAKE it alright :))

Soul silence....

...and then...

those moments
trickled by
in little droplets
of pure pleasure
when
sliding through
tricky time
your lips
became mine
...fragmenting....
the imprints
of love are
now here
though
long gone
leaving a
trembling trail
of melody
a symphony
of melting bodies
...fracturing....

only
the
soul silence
of memories
now
...gathering.....

Careless.

A sudden bloom
of crimson tide
in every

heartbreak

that

I hide.

yet

Your

Impassive
icy eyes
won't
ever say
I'll stay.

____________

Your

impervious
opaque eyes
careless
of every
heartbreak
sown.

Yet

the seared

heart sighs

don't go

just

love me

lie to me

once more.

Just one of those days goin....

A.

Freeee...!

A.

The Doll House.

A doll, a thing of beauty to play with.

The walls have been built and life hammered into the perfect shape to fit within thorny fences of rights and the wrongs. A neat little box of a tidy life, placed inside the gates of suburban righteousness. How couldn't it be so, when the storms have been pushed outside with life deodorised and sanitised ? The doors locked and bolted from within ? No matter how hard the doll tries to sneak out, from under the barred doors of an imprisoned mind and peep through the fiery key holes of forbidden desires, she draws back in suffocating censure.
Ensured loyalty.
Insured fidelity.

She built the walls. She locked the doors. She threw the keys away. She hammered away at herself and fit in. A chisseled mannequin of perfection offered at the altar of life's demands. And then trickling through time her little box was tidy nomore . Nothing but charred rubble, at the doorstep of igniting passion. Visible but invisible beyond the high suburban walls. A hollow shell. The battered gates hang perilously. On righteous hinges still. On the verge. On the edge. Beyond reason. Between wrong and right. Whats right and whats wrong anymore, when wrong feels so right and right is no more ???

And so she pleads with herself. To release herself. From Herself.
To rise from the ashes. Like the Phoenix.
To build herself.
Once more.

Colours.

Early morning today, I saw the bulbs bursting through the stubborn earth. The green dazzling through the broken brown earth slumbering under grey skies, though spring hasn't sprung yet and winter still whiplashes. I stopped. A warmth spread through me, looking at this sudden splash of life. It was the colour of happiness and it cost nothing ! Simple things, that we so often take for granted, take no notice of and let them pass us by. All those things that weave the intricate tapestry of life.

And to think we could be that seedling ! To make it through, even with the weight of the entire earth. To be that dazzling green against the greys and browns of life ! To feel the soothing warmth of home and hearth, and to know its worth. To appreciate every drop of milky happiness and welcome it greedily like a suckling baby ! To drown in life. To swim in life. To be the silkworm which even in death gifts us with the silk of its life. And I....

I'll be the passionate painting. No matter what the colours of life.

If only !

A.