The blue-collar colour

My sea isn’t blue, 
i pretend it is
the same when i see you,
pretend not to
Each time,
i beat you blue.

But you are there
i know because
my food gets cooked
my rubbish gets cleared
my bathroom sparkles.
At times when I sit down
& nothing occupies my mind,
absolutely nothing
That’s when I think of you

The road you took
you'd be leaving
your green
because blue
doesn't give a choice.
You were told
at my end
it is blue
even though
you knew
it would be grey

Each day you
walk bus train bus walk
take the stained elevator
to my pastel-coloured home
to Bone China & crystal cutlery
to Cashmere & linen clothes
to tanned skin tones &
to turquoise tiled toilets
all you see is grey

grey is me
as i say
dyaan se
mehnga hai
kharab ho jayega
toot sakta hai
you'd listen
do your thing
turn
grey to green
while i whine
life is so grey

Now I've learned to speak
in soft butterfly tones
add aap & please,
even sit together & YouTube
how to make soup
still when its time
over non-stick red you swirl
I sip it in off silver spoons
if you are lucky
you get remains
in a used tiffin box
in laughable white.
Each time

Published by appamprawns

soni writes about children and people in controlled spaces, in his quest for appam stew. homi writes in the hope of being able to buy prawns to make patiyo.

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