ARIJIT MUKHERJEE- FLOATING FLAVOURS: THE HEAVY BLUE DOOR

ARIJIT MUKHERJEE- FLOATING FLAVOURS: THE HEAVY BLUE DOOR: I peeked through the gray sun-bathed vent Of the heavy blue door- for repair ‘t was meant. Coal dust floating merrily in the morning, Hey, ...

THE HEAVY BLUE DOOR

I peeked through the gray sun-bathed vent

Of the heavy blue door- for repair ‘t was meant.

Coal dust floating merrily in the morning,

Hey, and on a winter Sunday, with little warning!

The door made a shy, embarrassed groan,

As I pulled it in and the greeters were shown.

All their smiles smelt of a refreshing, warm flavour-

Honest. Tomorrow would do me no such favour.

The wood has been falling off in chips

And the steady, agonizing coming-to-grips.

I thought. Skillful to say the least-

Just concealing the early morning beast.

Chocolate In The Mud

Hey doc, there's a patient in your head.
Look out it's quite a generous spread.

I have all the notes you might need.
And a blank face for you to read.
Do you see the hills in the background?
I think that's where we should meet.

Hey doc. Hang back a few light years.
Come back when a big bang nears.

Wonder what's that briefcase you've got.
Files and liquids and what not.
Do you see clouds up on the ceiling?
No you're too busy havin' a feeling.

Love and hurt need a lot of explaining.
I'm fine with my rainbow-painting.
Now if you can keep your limits shut,
You might see the chocolate in the mud.