jacaranda colors in november
violet is not the river nor a street
not even an insidious sky
it’s just another time creeping up trees
at night
past dreams
and lips
a train screams down in
collateral junctions
past known faces
and uncalled remembrances
am i there
have i left
violet is daylight
seeping nerves
patterns of unequal
destiny.
Poem and Watercolor by Amitabh Mitra
It is a luxurious journey through a corridor of restfulness.A brilliant expression of another day .
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