Purple – Madhulica Kallat

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Today’s Collab Week post is a poem on the colour purple, written by Madhulica Kallat.

purple

Version 1

I see red.
Struggle, frustration, self doubt,
Too much, and nothing at all.
I’m suffocating in my own skin.
I come up for air,
Create distance.
Everything is still red.

I have forgotten,
I don’t even notice the sanguine veil,
Till everything changes.
Caught off guard
A shock, like walking into a waterfall
And suddenly everything is blue.
All the pieces fit.

That moment, the instant before inspiration replaced infertility; Purple.

A still moment
Between struggle and success,
When anticipation touches surprise,
The heartbeat before the jump;
Purple.

When the universe tessellates,
All for one moment of pure thought,
Time is stunned;
Everything stops.
Purple.

Version 2

Some blue, some red
Is all it takes,
Or so they say.
Struggle, frustration, self doubt
Seeping into my lungs,
Holding my breath captive.
I’m suffocating in my own skin.
It’s just not right.

I come up for air
Create distance
“Try again later,”
So I did.

Some blue, some red
I’m hardly paying attention
Sanguinity has abandoned its home.

A sudden shock
I’m caught off guard
A feeling like walking into a waterfall
And suddenly there it is;
Unattainable purple.

A still moment
Between struggle and success,
When anticipation touches surprise,
The heartbeat before the jump;
Purple.

When the universe tessellates,
All for one moment of pure thought,
Time is stunned;
Everything stops.
Purple.

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