When I Say Yellow
It has been a fortnight
Since cold ran me down,
Mercury heightened up,
And jaundice.
I had so many plans
To study long nights,
Adorn my balcony with festive lights,
All of them…. Bedridden.
O Mirror, dear fellow,
Eyes are yellow,
My leather tanned yellow,
Is it a whim of Halloween
That removed all my mellow?
In me, all yellow.
Outside, all yellow.
What I eat, yellow.
My dreams, yellow.
That sweet-lime poured in a glass,
Ripe lemons cut my lips like knives,
Sugarcane: the sweetener in an injection
And grams.. The only solid intake.
Fantasies crave in me now;
Pizza smeared with Parmesan,
A crackling dish of fries,
No. O, no. They will rust my liver,
As if it hasn’t by now!
No more do I care of
This mettlesome heart,
Steadily I am falling apart.
A last wish before I sleep,
The next morning light,
Be white,
If not bright.
Edil Christian is a writer currently based in India.He is engrossed in literature and art craft forms. His work has appeared in the Yellow Chair Review. He enjoys the vivacity in smallest of things like a LED bulb or a doormat. You can find more of his poetry on twitter @edil_christian
