The Colour Yellow

The Colour Yellow

A sweet sweet circle of smoke
Burnt away the smells, the sounds
Of words that you once spoke.
The ceaseless wave of traffic broke
at the red light and unwound
A bitter sweet circle of smoke.
The dream that was – broke,
I stood at the signal, searched, and found
The words that you once spoke.
I stand there now and choke
back memories that surround
Your sweet sweet circle of smoke.
I wore my solitude like a cloak
I am exposed now, drowned
By the words that you spoke
The light laughed green at some private joke
And all that was left when I awoke
Was the sweet sweet circle of smoke
From the words that you once spoke.

- Amit Ganguli

Cacoethes-Prolusion

Prolusion

Is it in being together or lamenting absence?
Maybe in the promise of being together after the absence
Is it in words or silence?
Maybe in the words spoken in silence
Is it in ordained fate or desire?
Maybe in the doomed desire
Is it in touch or feelings?
Maybe in being touched by feelings
Is it in body or soul?
Maybe in a body that embraces the soul
Is it in ending or Aeonian?
Maybe an end that goes on to Aeonian.
Is it in having or lacking?
Maybe in having that what is lacking
Is it in woolgather or veridical?
Maybe in a woolgathering similitude to veridical
Is it in semblance or authenticity?
Maybe a semblance that has a naked authenticity

Or is it all in a CACOETHES?
Maybe a cacoethes

- Puja Bajad