Infinite Colour
Their Mother brought them in one fine day………there they were in one corner huddled up together forming one continuous expanse of white……their tiny timid selves looking at me with their half-opened eyes……
That was then and this now….when their whiteness is all over the place….with a jig here and a jive there….they dance and play to glory…..
A small ode to my white companions.......
A filled bowl of whiteness
camouflaged with their milky fur
Lapping it up in glory
they empty the infinite colour
Satiated, they dance
a joyous step in random
Atop the objects of this world
a cheerful reckless abandon
And as they pile on each other
ending the playful fight
The space falls silent
only a corner burning bright...........
That was then and this now….when their whiteness is all over the place….with a jig here and a jive there….they dance and play to glory…..
A small ode to my white companions.......
A filled bowl of whiteness
camouflaged with their milky fur
Lapping it up in glory
they empty the infinite colour
Satiated, they dance
a joyous step in random
Atop the objects of this world
a cheerful reckless abandon
And as they pile on each other
ending the playful fight
The space falls silent
only a corner burning bright...........
posted by vinay @ 9:58 PM
3 comments
3 Comments:
i come from the poetry-challenged tribe. but i guess these are little white puppies :p
your other post smells of some serisou writing. will need time to read it :)
no prads... vinay's written abt a litter of kittens who've made his flat their humble abode...am i right vinay??:)
Prads: seets is right...kittens they are....my white companions....
Seets: Not quite....it sure is true that a jig here and a jive there is also accompanied by litter everywhere...but that doesn't really make them a "litter of kittens"....
And I am sure that you did not "literally" mean it...didyaseets??
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