A Picture.

A pink blanket and a blue one

With wine glass motifs fitting in.

A blue night lamp tilting its head

And a blue-capped bottle standing straight

On the patchwork cushion,

Tuning with the music blaring away

Mutely in the speechless atmosphere.

An empty orange glass lies

Beside some dry paint brushes,

That dissipates the blandness from time to time.

A red velvet heart hangs on the green wall

Besides numerous showpieces and stuffs,

As if studying its reflection on the mirror.

Amidst all this on the bed with its floral bed-cover

Lies a girl staring blankly into space,

Clutching her favorite doll,

Her mind tuning with the old melodious music;

Unrolling memories of the bygone.

Her back arched because she has a pain,

And eyes swollen because she overslept;

In the green room with its open French windows

And it’s matching green curtains.

That is me,

The lonely girl,

With her lonesome dreams.

Please do appreciate my sincere efforts.