Interwoven Shades...

Interwoven Shades

She asks me what tinge hangs from the sky

A reddish grey or a greyish red

 All's bound to where your eyes lie, i say

It could mean glad tidings, or an ill-fated omen

She asks me what hue suffuses life

A dreamy reality or a real dream

All's bound to how your eyes see, i say

Open them, its both; close them, its none

She asks me what shade does love wear

A dark star or a starry darkness

All's bound to what your eyes look for, i say

A benighted gaze, or enlightened blindness

Be it what there is, or what isn't or what should have been

Our world, lives and love dwell through thick and thin

But we are always free to choose

and since we are, why confuse?

The Scents of Oblivion

It was a moment of inspiration. or something so enigmatic, i really didnt know what I was writing. but all in all, it turned out to be particularly, if not wonderful, peculiar. 

Rhyming scheme - abab

The Scents of Oblivion

Inspired by and dedicated to Miss Purple

The Scents of oblivion, pure and whole

like the washing away of all there is

beneath the isle where rests my soul

like the reaching out of untorn bliss

A fragrance imbibing all others

like the newness of spring pouring in

A bough that's never known shudders

of a calm breeze, or an ardent wind

Evading the two reassuring eyes

of Wisdom, stemming from past alarms

or the Vision, where the future lies

like running, Today, into mother's arms

Free from the time of a biased tense

Rushing along with Gushing streams

cascading down the edge of sense

into the Senselessness of dreams

You can't fathom, how a creeper runs

while reaping only the seeds you sow

You'll never know how, O Prejudiced ones,

to grow away from where you grow

- Aamir