Blueshift

 

And as I looked up

Towards the hills

There was a giant dead painting of a ring 

Of people

Sitting by a campfire 

Theorising about life

Here and there a spark

Of a soft laughter

Within the protective embrace of golden fire

 

I touched that serene scene 

I touched it with a lightest stroke of truest blue 

Resting always in one’s arched back

Coiled in the ends of their hair

Buzzing silently in their fingertips

Then I painted blue all over

Colours didn’t seem to mind much

They just grew 

Hesitantly 

Paler

 

The warmth of light was gone

So was the genuineness 

Of their smiles

Followed by the depth 

Nesting in

Contrasts

For I kept adding 

Layer upon layer

Of that gorgeous hue

Till it met its birth

 

That’s when I started to dream in negative

Marvelling 

At the beauty 

 

Of light and its shadows