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100 Words
Pink
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Rosy hues
"I
see you everywhere" he said
barely audible over the music.
"In the
roses, the decor, the icing on the cake.
Not cold blue, or slimy green,
But pink.
Warm, comfortable, pink
The colour of laughter and
Babies.
So much like you."
"Me?"
"Yes."
I wanted to
believe him.
Lose myself in the glow of
that rosy hue I loved.
All the world's pink today
Joyous and comfortable.
But what of tomorrow?
Will the blues hit?
His eyes held
unexpected
understanding.
"Champagne?" he broke the silence
"Of course - it's pink!"
Caryll Sela
Eliza's room
Two strands
of hair,
Trapping filtered sunlight,
Entwined, serpent like,
Glossy human gold,
Snug on pillows with pink ecru lace,
Skirting the edges,
Frothing fussily.
The imprint
of form,
On rosy hued bedding,
Shaped to fit the last to leave. A rumpled furrow,
Fashioned by an arm,
Flung out in the early hours of dawn. The cavity created,
Carelessly still warm.
A dripping faucet in the pink bath,
A fuchsia towel
soggy on the floor.
Traces of her.
This is her room.
And the tell-tale colour.....
She always loved pink.
Shivanthi Balasuriya
Pet pigeon
We had
a pigeon once, an adorable one,
Snow white with rose-pink feet;
A trembling ball of fluffy feathers,
That nestled against your chest,
With pink-rimmed eyes that could speak!
We loved that
pigeon,
But she loved freedom more.
One day while Amma cleaned her cage,
She escaped and flew away.
Soaring skywards, up, up and ever more high,
Towards the rose-edged, gold-hued dawn!
Prianthi Wickramasuriya
The woman
Childhood
dreams
Pink laces, frocks and shoes
Pink everything.
Her world being mild
Who would have thought
that nature would play
The old game of time on her
Soft smooth skin and
Pale pink soul...
Rough, cut by
the rock
of age her face
Cracked into thousands of cliff edges,
She lies on her bed.
Staring at the ceiling: lonely, dejected
Turned into nothing of value;
'I was once in that pink age as you'
She said.
Randika
Pink
We were
talking of gems
in the hotel lobby,
the Iranian, my friend and I.
"Have you seen a pink diamond?"
my friend asked.
"Never".
"I shall show you both when
you come home this
evening to dinner".
As we entered his house
he took us to his bedroom
and showed us his new- born,
cuddled up in the cot.
She was all pink.
Lionel Senanayake
The pink mask
Behind the pink and polished face
Lurk the imps of a shadowed world
Far removed from the dazzling halls
Of pink and gold.
Behind the mask
the ghouls and demons
dance amid the darkness of a trance.
In our arrogance
we summon grinning minions
Who come with hideous insolence
To perform our puny rites.
Behind the pink
and golden mask
There is a place where intellect is killed
By excising the labyrinthine mind;
Removing memories.
Silence reigns
supreme
Absorbing every scream
While reason slowly rots
Behind the mask
Of gleaming pink.
Jegatheeswari Nagendran
Pink handkerchief
Breathe
in
Breathe out
Relax
But concentrate,
Free the mind
From all bonds
Without them
There's nothing to hold on to,
Abandon self
There's no pain
Rise above the rabble
Free from all the feelings,
But that pink handkerchief
With its alluring perfume
How can I forget?
Will I defeat my desire?
Or will I fall prey,
Being human?
Thushara Chathuranga
Reminiscence
I still remember how her little pink tongue licked the platter
clean. Then she was lying lifeless beneath the jasmine grove outside
the Hall, blind, and two tiny kittens suckled at her sore nipples
with all their might. She couldn't move, but we saw the love welling
up in her eyes. We had to take her for saline at dusk and a very
cross warden stood barring the entrance. We were 'silly, stubborn
and impossible', but it didn't cost the poor thing's life. Five
years have passed, I still do not admire pink.
Deepani Munidasa
A
vision in pink
I watch
In sweet anticipation
As she makes her way
To my table
All dressed in pink
A delectable confection
Cold as ice
Yet so refreshing
The perfect end
To an enchanting evening
Truly, my cup doth flow over
It's my favourite dessert -
Strawberry Ice Cream!
Malini Epa
It's pink!
My brother
said
The colour of ceasefire is pink!
I was puzzled.
He smiled and said
The colour of war is red
The colour of peace is white.
ceasefire means,
Neither war nor peace. It's pink!
Sylmiya M. Inoon
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