Answers to all the questions that plague us,

The calming effect of that one song,

The helplessness of the tough times,

And the pure mirth of the day;

It is your mind, after all;

It is your wonderful colourful mind.


To your favourite brew,

From the inquisitive dawn.

Towards the slow end

Of that eternally delicious relationship.

And the sudden halt

Of the burning summer.

You welcome the rains, don’t you?

The orgasmic wet rains.


Your mind writes a song,

Every passing day and night.

It’s Indigo.

Flourishing, Crazy, Deep and Satisfying.

It’s that mad mad Indigo.

With vibrancy simply undefined.



  2 comments for “Indigo

  1. Prima
    May 10, 2011 at 12:23 pm

    :D … To me it was always dark deep blue :)

  2. May 10, 2011 at 1:17 pm

    I’m hoping it will always be. ;)

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