A lady in blue
There sits a lady in blue,
Radiating out her own natural hue.
While I, like those dumb few.
Always feel it's something new.
An eternity passed, she didn't age at all,
We laughed we cried, moment was ours to call.
Those roads we walked are now the evidence,
That our one life time was far too intense.
When I tell her, she thinks it's a satire,
Only a few believe it's her only attire.
Even the dead and the wrinkled skin shines.
Even her white pale hair, steal the beauty of these lines.
I thought all this while I was waiting without a clue.
There she was my lady in blue.
While I like those dumb few.
Felt like it was something new.
© Mohit Jha
Disclaimer: all of the above are the original works of the poet and its reproduction in any kind is highly discouraged.
Painting by: Shubham Singla
Radiating out her own natural hue.
While I, like those dumb few.
Always feel it's something new.
An eternity passed, she didn't age at all,
We laughed we cried, moment was ours to call.
Those roads we walked are now the evidence,
That our one life time was far too intense.
When I tell her, she thinks it's a satire,
Only a few believe it's her only attire.
Even the dead and the wrinkled skin shines.
Even her white pale hair, steal the beauty of these lines.
I thought all this while I was waiting without a clue.
There she was my lady in blue.
While I like those dumb few.
Felt like it was something new.
© Mohit Jha
Disclaimer: all of the above are the original works of the poet and its reproduction in any kind is highly discouraged.
Painting by: Shubham Singla
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