the pastel-pink wall looks
at the degradation of a colourless face,
before the rapture of satisfaction.
it is being brandished in this cold
that isn’t cold anymore,
not even in a half-witted lie
of tomorrow’s promise.
who wrote the fate of this hollow face
that it doesn’t fall off
after the eruption?
© Anmol Arora
A title with multiple connotations — a short 55-worded verse for Just One Word: Hollow at WTR.
Image source (Pink Sky Abstract by Nancy Merkle)
12 thoughts on “screwed”
This is like a Chinese puzzle box – every line leads in a new direction of thought and imagery. You never cease to amaze!
“The pastel pink wall looks slyly at the degradation of a colourless face ..” such a phenomenal opening line to this exquisitely woven piece, Anmol! ❤️ You capture the intensity of emotions and lack of them so eloquently here! Intimacy is not purely physical and we require so much more .. but alas it is not always the case.
“Muddat hui hai yaar ko mehmaan kiye huay
josh-e-qadah se bazm charagan kiye huay.” __ Ghalib 🙂
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Pastel pink takes on a new hue, transfixing in its message.
I really like the slyness of the look, the way it seems to go from suspicion to BOOM! without collapsing.
I’ll never think of the expression, “in the pink” quite the same again. Love the song you included.
Humpty Dumpty revised by the new regime. But he’s still going to break regardless of his “better” wall.
A hollow face…….I can actually see it, cheekbones jutting, eyes dim……
A delightful and powerful read. Glad to meet you.
half-witted lie of tomorrow’s promise… And the emptiness of something that shoudl be meaningful… powerful.
Wanted but meaningless… witnessed by that vibrant pink wall. Which is some kind of wall color!