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