enter In this post I have two poems on how grey is my colour(not always true though)one was originally written in Urdu(an Indian language with it’s roots in Farsi that is Persian)here I have translated it in English and the other poem’s only in English, it was inspired by a conversation…sometimes it is really funny how words unveil themselves to me, in my life I don’t talk much but I love reading and interacting with other poets on social media, it is usually in these conversations that ideas to new poems are born, I guess poetry is where poetry is if you know what I mean and I have seen other poets too write after reading someone’s words, they get inspired and write and I find that amazing, to be someone’s inspiration or to be inspired by someone…
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rang sirf eik hain merei paas…
apni bebasi ka rang…
apni siyahi ka rang…
…surmaii…
merei aasamaan ka rang…
…surmaii…
khayaal bhi surmaii…
saari yaadein surmaii…
jis sabz zameen par merei khuwaab boye thei…
merei khwaabon kei jadon kei zeher sei woh bhi ab…
…surmaii…
merei hissei ka shehar sastei kapdon
ki tarah jo rang chod raha hai…
paani jo beh raha hai…
…surmaii…
rang sirf eik merei paas…
…mera rang…
…surmaii…
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I have only one colour with me…
the colour of helplessness…
the colour of my ink…
…grey…
the colour of my sky…
…grey…
all my thoughts grey…
all the memories grey…
the lush piece of land where I
had planted my dreams…
due to the toxicity of those roots has turned…
…grey…
the part of the city which is mine
is bleeding colours like a cheap fabric…
the water that flows wears the colour…
…grey…
I have only one colour with me…
my colour…
…grey…
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here 
My eyes have never recognised
rainbow colours happy…
eludes me perpetually
the black and white clarity…
grey has always been my colour
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February 23, 2017 at 19:10
“Yeah, every appliance timer was set for five minutes. Even if there is no truth to this, still she was such a dirty girl, a witch!”
“That doesn’t make me laugh? Yes, it does!
“Woman, now you be happy. Go now, and do great things and I know you will, you have proved it.”
February 23, 2017 at 19:11
I don’t know what to say to that 🙂 but I can thank you for stopping by 🙂
February 24, 2017 at 01:03
Gray, I think can also be a beautiful color in some ways – a color of reflection, quiet thoughts, and yes, sometimes loneliness (which is a good thing for us to realize the value of those we love). It helps us remember their value when we have them, and realize their importance when they are not around. Beautiful poems, Seema.
February 27, 2017 at 09:52
Touching! The English does justice to the Urdu beautifully.
I can see where you’re coming from, Seema, but imagine a rainbow and look towards it 🙂