I would probably breathe
RED- both in and out;
Equal parts offensive, loud and vibrant.
I would probably breathe BLUE when I ran out
of breath or when I breathed shallow because it seemed like a chore.
I would breathe a toxic looking GREEN
everytime I fumed and
as I healed would breathe out YELLOW-
turmeric tincturing all my other shades- transitioning
slowly into my signature RED.

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Have you heard of Synesthesia?
A condition where you can
hear colours, taste shapes,
feel sounds, you-get-the-drill.

If I were a synesthete,
I wonder if poems
would hit me differently?
Better yet, would I write
them differently?

What's the colour
of this poem?
Is it the same as
the colour of chaos?

What do these
words smell like?
That of a familiar stranger?

What does poetry taste like?
Wait, what's its aftertaste like?

Does closure have a sound?
Is it a thud? Or a rustle?

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People hard of hearing or without
vision often come across a merging
of the senses , known as “synesthesia”,
they regularly come up with unique
sensations like tasting music or
even hearing colours !!

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Whispers In The Souk

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High Rise Harmony

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So many hues of
Missing you
Colour my moods
In different tones.
The sky of your absence
Is one of perspectives
Depending on whichever
point of view I take.
Each tint is different of
Your void of emotion
And I get a full show
In multicolored shades.

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I taste you with my eyes

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