Wednesday, November 9, 2011


Another lame attempt at acrostic poetry. Please feel free to give me your critical view on this


outing red across the setting sky, as the silver drizzles of rain lashed out,

Under the canopy of the dark blue and orange sky was the smiling pink sun.

Rising blue waves crashing and breaking on the white grains of sands painting blank murals, a

Pallette of colours across that beach but not a sight of my favourite colour. The one i

Love, the colour i seek. And right when i lost hope on that

Endless stretch of silver sand, there it was gleaming in the moonlight a purple gem.