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The Cage

Here’s a small poem my Bro wrote :

The walls they paint with yellow-baige,
and i think that they are in a cage.
For there can be stardust of Orange-green or mountains of Azure,
They should let go of the greys,
And sacrifice the ‘sure’…

Painted objects will bring them rage,
and i think that they are in a cage.
For the moon can always be crimson-blue in the little corner of the wall,
And there can be a landscape of rainbow dots.
or children playing under a fall…..

If these things sound unusual to you,
for a suave sitting room,
then i bet my pants, you’ll stay with creams,
and mild shades of gloom.
For although you’ll enjoy the company of many,
you are actually on a stage…..
And unfortunately my friend, i regret to inform,
You too are in a cage!

Interpretations anyone ?

2 Comments

  • anuz August 25, 2008 at 12:34 pm

    Questions:
    1. Was he listening rolling stones?
    2. Cream? Eric clapton’s act right?
    3. Was he under the influence of some sort on intoxicated mix of music and u know……

    people tend to relate thoughts with colors, i mean, once a dude told me, “i feel yellow”? he meant, it a was feeling of going home? he felt violet while doing maths. I am not sure how that works.
    BTW, i have written a very similar poem and co-incidentally enough, it was written sometimes back, but my brother do not write blogs, so i have to publish it on my own blog.

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  • Chintz... October 23, 2008 at 6:38 pm

    Heehehhehehe ….
    “….And unfortunately my friend, i regret to inform,
    You too are in a cage!”

    Hahhahahahahahahaha….

    It happens when you realise that people find it difficult to choose colors beyond beige and gray…

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