Purple Haze-Day 4-#OctPoWriMo 2016


 

PURPLE :

The man with a blackberry carefully tucked in his pocket, checking his mail on a yahoo interface, sending an occassional hand written note to his grandmother in the old age home to make her feel still relevant in the technology driven world, The man kneeled down at the alter saying a small prayer before he begins the day, the man taking pride in who he is instead of who the world wants to be, the man who dresses up in exquisite clothes and feeds poor at the local charity, the girl with bright lotus buds in her hands for worshipping the Lord at the temple, the budding lotus, the snow melting down behind the shining sun on the mountains, the misty dew drops on freshly mowed morning grass, the moon reflecting on the river bed, the tug at heart at the memory of one’s first love, the laughter of a toddler, where all should I say purple exist for me. In an alternative world, I could have been a purple bee.

Here is the poem on prompt for the day. Have tried the Cascade form of poetry today. http://shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/cascade.html

Since ambivalence was in his game,
Sometimes fickle, sometimes vain,
He lived with an unshakable faith,
The man shadowed by purple haze.

With old sweetheart tucked at heart,
New paramour dazzling jacket spot,
The quintessential tug of war began,
Since ambivalence was in his game.

He was the master of sublime text ,
Elegant, prude, a hypocritical saint,
Exhibitionist with shy demeanour,
Sometimes fickle, sometimes vain.

Taking pride in his existential crisis,
Pulled his heart out of precarious race,
Dissolving  the world in his ubiquity,
He lived with an unshakable faith.

Undeterred by a delusional fate,
Dedicating himself to his true art,
Now awaits the final encore,
The man shadowed by purple haze.

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