All the blues

Written on the morning after the nightlong party the entire country(and the countrymen staying elsewhere in the world) had on 30th march, 2011, this post is a dedication to the game, the sentiments, the players and every Indian.

So I've decided to go blue for a while. Here is a list of all the things blue in my room, in my life:

• Blue nail colour
• Blue ink(i hate writing with blue ink, still).
• Blue scrunchy/rubber band to tie my hair.
• Blue bedsheets and pillow cover.
• Blue towel.
• Blue post its/prompts
• Blue book marks
• Blue desktop wallpaper.
• Blue for washing clothes.
• Blue funk
• will write 'BLUE' before/after every text.
• Blue-orning (blue morning) and blue night wishes.
• Blue instead of 'hello' when I pick up the call.
• 'Feel blue' (by some Slovak :P) as ringtone.
• I'd have really bleed blue too if I were a  MIB-fame ET.Serious. (darn biology.)

Nightmare

...you wake up in a dream, I wander through the streets of memories once lived.
'do you hear me? I am talking to you'
craving to make the same mistakes, same crimes
over and over;
and
over and over.

I must write.
Must breathe.
I must suck the lifeless throbbing joy out of their veins.
*sigh*
I must, like the growing, brandishing corporate deity,
grip them with a disarming smile and make myself inevitable.
I must, like Macbeth's valentine, absolve my hands of the blood
which reeks of the transgressions I chose to so conveniently forget.
I must cry, and squirm, and cry some more-
"Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh!"
A whimper of the bang that wasn't.

You wake up, this time in a real dream.

p.s.: shared with Thursday Poets Rally Week 40