Catching colors

Over the bubbles of sand
I tip toed
Catching the colors in rows
As the clouds melted in the air
I breathe
In awe of the setting sun
Pouring colors from clouds on run
Like a painting dissolving
in it’s own tears
Drenching in its red and blue
I tasted the saltiness of crimson’s hue


4 thoughts on “Catching colors

  1. Very fortunate to find you blogging! And even more to have me reading your posts on a Monday morning. You’re amazing at writing thoughts, Ashima! Another level, Ms. Binny. šŸ™‚
    I will read more, I was in transit and I am not sure if the bottom prev pots, next post works really as previous or next, because I feel its random.

      1. Okay, but they are all so readable, are they real to Ashima’s life? Curious to know. Because many of the posts have a common vibe to them. (You don’t need to reveal if its confidential. šŸ˜‹ A reader should let it be the way it is and don’t try dissecting it. šŸ˜‚)

      2. šŸ˜… exactly ! I should leave it the way a reader interprets it .. but definitely our pieces define how we think and to what extent we can let our thoughts wander. And I have to still travel and learn a lot šŸ˜Š

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