The Pink’s Wave in Blue’s Sea

Faded pink peeks out of blue's canopy,

Sniffing the same as the decade ago; An old friend of nostalgia reaches out,

And the head swims into the blue of pink.

Not the same one, but similar enough,

Enough to make the erratic heart thump; Strange halls lead to familiarity,

Yet it's all just mind games in the mind's games.

Vision blurs as grey-black smoke in the air, Watering the head with intimacy;

Easier to swim back than to swim in, The blue is blue again, the pink dead now.

Author: Shriya Simran Pradhan

Editor: Zoyah Virani

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