In The Blues Poem by kunjubi varghese

In my last birth, you and me were butterflies,

Fluttering through the blues together

In search of nectar among blossoms of splendour.

We kept the spring under our wings

And flew into the midst of rainbows and blossoms.

We whispered into the ears of each flowers sweet

Lascivious secrets from its beloved, like messengers

Delivering snippets of last nights ecstasies.

As though we took our birth from the soul

Of an unknown lover, to fulfill a mission given to us.


We carried these epistles embedded with their dreams

In our bosom, and flew endless hours with the sun's rays

To reach its beloved, beyond far and vast distances, .


Though we longed to adorn our wings

With the gossamer threads of the moonlight,

And to wear the mascara of dew drops


On our eyelids, before the petals

Of the evening sun withered, and our spirits

Flew away beyond our dreams, into oblivion.