The Electric Chair

This is an unfinished poem i wrote some time back. My cousin sis whos studing commercial art had to make a drawing depicting 'a world without colour'. Seemed an interesting concept, and I wrote a poem on it. Its turned out mushier than intended, but what the hell

Outside my window I saw a tree
That was all bereft of greenery
The leaves of the tree looked oh so wry
And thru their pores, let out a sigh

The trunk of the tree (and many a branch)
Before my eyes began to blanch.
The heavens above, the sky so blue
Had, surprisingly, lost its hue

I rub my eyes to make sure i'm awake
To ensure that this is real and not fake
Yet this is true; for heavens sake
How I wished I'd made a mistake

I look back into my room to the poster
That's on the wall above the toaster
The girl on whom I had my mind set
My sweetheart, my love, my pet

Whom I adored with soul and heart
Started looking strange part by part
First, the colour drained off her face
Just like that - without a trace

Her eyes like a still lake - blue and limpid
Behind which many a mystery she oft hid
Were alas lifeless shapes of curved lines
The former verve gone for which I now pine

Then the maroon sari that she was wearing
Faded from top to bottom with speed unerring
Her necklace of gold with pearls in a cluster
Dulled considerably and lost all its lustre

So completely had my beloved lost her charm
That I in a frenzied state of bewildered alarm
Threw the sheets off my heaving chest
Knowing that this was not all for the best

# posted by A Chrysanthemum by any other name... : 12:31 PM