The closed eye is a part of everything
It is in the sky and the sea
It is in the dreams of children at night
It is all that there is forever
On my own
I don’t even know
Any colours anymore
Tag: colour
At The Match
Above the filling clusters of people,
fluttered moths and insects of night
in the revealing rays of stadium light,
who care not for the flight of beetles
when echoed growls follow the rite
and crackles of colored light,
while monsoon brought no evils
only drizzle colored grey against night.
Rijul Ballal 