Tuesday, 13 January 2015

SECRET SCRIBE


Every colour on Turner's palette
walks past the scribe.

I am still, not quiet, in ochre
and my mother's five silver bangles -

but the one I wanted to write about
was the white dupatta

which seemed to float
with a life of its own

waving goodbye.

© Shaista Tayabali, 2015

I found a bench tucked into an arch of pink and white morning glories, and managed to scribe a few secret poems under Bangalore sky. When they say India has beautiful colours, they only say the truth. Today, at the hospital, I was back to the blue walls and shadows, but part of me was still cocooned a thousand miles away.




secret poem prompt via a Hyderabadi dverse poet

15 comments:

Brian Miller said...

its good you still had a bit of that color...it can be hard to be at the hospital....intriguing approach to this through the colors....

Brian Miller said...

that last line is heavy with emotion....

mrs mediocrity said...

this was a beautiful word picture... filled with the colours of life.

Björn Rudberg said...

To part with the world of color - the waving goodbye feels extra heavy for me.

Kate Mia said...

i don't think i've ever visited a hospital with colors bright enough to ward off the darkness i feel...

And truly the relief is in the colors of life.. beyond the walls of pain and healing..

with flowers to heal.. instead of walls to conceal..the life.. that lives beyond walls of hurt.. in life...

Vandana Sharma said...

Nature is the best secret that is open to all :)

garofit said...

Love your poem, had to google dupatta so I know what it means now :)

Tigerbrite said...

A poignant secret :)

Marilyn B said...

This is a very special secret indeed.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

In books and films I have gathered that knowledge - the color and rich beauty and LIFE of India.........I love the soft beauty of the colors in the photo. I note the contrast in your memories and where you find yourself today and hope the remembered colors brighten this day for you, my friend. You have to visit the hospital far too many times for such a lovely young woman.

Abhra said...

Very calm and soulful effect you weave in here, I liked it - glad that you could join my prompt. I am actually amused that you call me a Hyderabadi poet - I barely know the city...

bwfiction said...

I really liked the rhythm of these words.

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

in the color of blue where your body resides also resides the eyes of nature's dress, the heart full of love from all those you've 'touched' and the soul that journeys in the now and the forever.

your "secret scribe" is consumed with heartfelt pleasure by this heart that beats and shares your space

i wish nothing less than love to reside in your reality, your reveries, your dreams

gracias mi amiga
gracias mi amiga

The Blog of Bee said...

That part of you will always be cocooned within you and so it should be.

caramelcaramelo said...

Oh what beautiful images! the floating dupata... I love this! Thank you.
And yes, when I go to Europe I often realise how colours are missing...
Kisses my dear,
Kenza.

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