She is

sitting by the window

sipping a cup of black coffee

at a corner of a coffee house

alone

isolated

and

disconnected from

any potential

influences and

biasness that

may alter

her singularity

of mind and senses.

She is angry!

She is angry!

She makes people angry

when she is angry!



She sours. She pouts.

       She frowns!

“Help us! Help us!”

She is about to pounce!



Her face is pale

but it spells R-E-D.

All hail! All hail!

that this is DREAD!



It is boiling inside;

Her wrath.

Explodes!

Like a Vesuvius’ eruption.



So,



When she screams

When she shouts

She ejects hot lava!



Please,



“Leave us be! Leave us be!”

Beg we as a team.

PUFF!

She evaporates like hot steam.

The mind sees

Blue skies and

Cottony clouds.

Such an unparalleled beauty.



The mind feels

The wonderful morning breeze.

Calming. Soothing.



The mind hears

Oh!

The clear, crisp sounds.

A slight tingling feeling tickling me.



Spirits lifted.

Emotions diversified.



The heart’s wanting for more. More and more!

Please

Don’t stop.

Please

Don’t end.

Not yet.

Truth is masked. Flaws are concealed.

Uncertainty befogs the mind.

Clues are misleading.

So blurry! So bleary!

White on white

So pure, so bright

You light up.

Purple.

What does it signify?

Each time I listen to the

cry of the soul,

I see it purple.

Yes, purple is the colour.

I wonder why it isn’t grey.

I guess purple is more befitting.



The purple cry makes my heart feels strange;

It is neither happy nor sad.

It is a combination of both.

I see the purple soul as survival

and so, the one who cries it is a survivor

who endures hardships and pains that

only he knows.

It was a long wait.

I was patient,

patient enough to

tolerate the total eagerness

for earning something

that is

by and large

to be disposed of

by many a lucky person.



Peradventure,

the long patience

determines the value

of that worthy a thing.