This blog is all about life through my eyes. judgements which change each day....some times immature some times profound....about a day that has gone extremely right...a day full of struggle..lessons learnt from the smallest things..a blog about life and all that makes life worth it...a blog about my life my ways...
Hi gabriella...it's about life in general...all the colours slowly fade away youth, childhood...and we struggle so much to be a part of the huge space of nothingness
Colors.. I see so much of seasons here as well.. In the winter it's white and grey.. And then come colors of summer.. I hope there's som spring in your life.
nice lines ... everything turning to blankness .. great .. lovely post
ReplyDeletethanks pkdeka.
ReplyDeleteI hope colors soon come back in your life and whiteness is only one among many, rather than the only one that is left.
ReplyDeleteHi gabriella...it's about life in general...all the colours slowly fade away youth, childhood...and we struggle so much to be a part of the huge space of nothingness
DeleteInteresting theory here...sounds relatively peaceful really....I do wonder what the end of life will be.
ReplyDeleteThanks marry...ya i wonder about that too...what becomes of life in the end
DeleteColors.. I see so much of seasons here as well.. In the winter it's white and grey.. And then come colors of summer.. I hope there's som spring in your life.
ReplyDeleteThanks bjorn..it's about life in general...all colours meaning the phases of life fade away slowly to the nothingness of death
Delete"nothing remains but the whites...." it does sound peaceful, as Mary said.
ReplyDeletethanks sherry :)
Deleteoh i interpreted the white as old age when truly all colors fade..very nice lines...
ReplyDeleteya somewhere there...i meant whites as finally when the end comes...yes the fading away is a part of old age true :) thanks sumana
Deleteall colors together make white... its nothingness and yet its all of it together...
ReplyDeletetrue arushi :)
DeleteI think that's it... I wake with a white board that collects the colors of the day and erase it in peaceful sleep. Sometimes
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ya if we are able to erase the colours we collected every day, and start witha blank white plate on a new day... its a bliss :)
DeleteI can relate to this poem a little. Sometimes life, whatever stage we're at, can seem devoid of colours. Thank you for sharing your words.
ReplyDeletethanks laurieandher20somethingpoetry happy that you can relate to my words :)
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