If Blood Indeed Was Thicker Than Water
With our passion-smitten hearts
To paint our reminiscences of dexterity.
Our hearts were thick plumes of clouds
In the lightness of cotton feather,
Undefeatable in the crimson red
And in the whiteness of crystals and
In the richness of the redness of blood.
We trod together
And wandered among those vigils
In the altars of the colours of the air
And shared the thinness of the fading sky.
Drenched were we in the odours of the mild rain.
Bidding our adieus to the crescent sun
Soaked with romances of teasing night
Were our hatred-smitten hearts.
Yet,
We left behind those footprints of memories,
Deeper and distinct but shallower and hazy
Shallower and hazy but deeper and distinct.
We breathed each gorge, dale and hill
We took the flairs of the fairness of the blossoms
And left behind our footsteps.
Some of us cultivated our contentment in smile
While others harvested their frustration in tears
The smiles germinated to foster in fecund soil
And the tears withered to dissolve in derision.
Sighed we and the same we smiled.
We dreamt the same but expressed differently.
“What is the difference between us?”
Was in their crunched faces.
“What isn’t the similarity between us?”
Echoed in others’ glimpses.
Guessed I, apparently they weren’t incorrect.
Guessed I, apparently they weren’t correct.
As though my part of this doleful involvement
I pledged to ponder
If Blood indeed was thicker than water
And
If those icy drops of tears in the rubicund cheeks of a pauper
Were as valuable as the intimidating hot blasts of sperms
Along the quixotic curves of a harlot.
11/1/2010
splended poem ,i love it
A poignant read that speaks high volume!Just unputdownable pragmaticism outbursted into the refrains of symphony..Keep going not just high and deep,but deeper and higher in the thick of reality…wish you and I hail…