Colors; A veil

I of my
color, when
pared down
Would be
A blank negative,
Like a mirage
That flared
An Oasis
of barren sands.

Copyright © 18 July 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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Knocking at heavens door

Come talk to me,
I'm in search
Of those words.

Come hold me,
I'm falling
Beneath myself.

Come walk besides me
I'm in lurch
For a direction.

Come embrace me,
I need the warmth
Of those chilling days.

Come know me,
I can't live
Of a name unknown.

If not,

Come take me,
I'm knocking
At heavens door.

Copyright © 26 Jul 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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