VIOLET SPRING ( OBITUARIES IN KANCHEEPURAM )

The violet roses were burning
in the funeral pyre of dreams
like a million lonely candles
melting to death at the alter of eternity
crimson smoke was curling up
writing obituaries in the deep blue sky
like a bloody suicide note
scribbled on a blue kanceepuram*
"when reality grows older
dreams die young", thus spoke
the graffiti across the silent sky
as the sun went down, the crimson
started bleeding, setting the sky on fire
the sky was ablaze, for a thousand years
till the last rose was incinerated
then the sky froze into the whitest of whites
and it started snowing violet roses
like a spring in shades of red and blue.

kishan - december 1999

* kancheepuram - a kind of expensive silk weaved
at the town of Kancheepuram in Southern India.
More info on Kancheepuram



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