Kaleidoscope

Kaleidoscope

Red, blue and green glass pieces
She was of every hue
He was a shining box of mirrors
Put together with glue.

Together they made geometric patterns
Of every shape and colour
And with every turn of their lives
They felt their love grow and flower.

Dazzling though the designs were
As time began to roll,
They started to yearn for freedom and space
And togetherness took its toll.

Soon, each thought they were independent
Lulled by heady, brand new patterns
They failed to see each other's part and share
And, that mirror-effect truly mattered.

The argument raged day and night
About who provided the patterns and colour
The mirror said it was supreme
The glass piece begged to differ.

Harsh words were loosely spoken
And, one day, the kaleidoscope lay broken
Glass pieces and the mirrors alike
Were scattered on the floor.

Now they yearn to be in the box again
As the fright of emotional dustbin loomed
The thrill of making designs together
They knew was, somehow, forever doomed.

~ Krishna ~

More Poems By Krishna

Home