Written by: Arpan Acharya - 23010, Grade XII
Posted on: 05 July, 2022
I can see sounds and taste words
Purple is for misery, red is for pain
My companion for life has now gone away
My tongue perceives melancholy listening to the sounds of the train
I smell the light and drink the words
A melody and a beautiful note, enough for me to get to the roads
I have strummed some sadness, played nostalgia on the boards
I’ve blown colors inside the flute and have painted some chords
I can listen to touch, I can hear your embrace
Even in the silence, I taste the sound of null, beautiful colors of nothingness
Branches of perceptions overlapping in a single tree
Fusion of sensations in my brain, thanks to the almighty
I dip my brush into the palette filled with bitterness
To sketch the truth of society
I drop my lust to the ballet filled with sweetness
To surrender to the truth of sobriety
I can see sounds and taste words
Purple is for misery, red is for pain.
