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That Pink-Hued Dreams

By Srividhya Srinivasan


Oh, rose-coloured glasses, once so bright,

Now in the dim light of adulthood's dawn,

How do you lose your hues, your magic flight,

As I grow wise, or is it truly gone?


In youthful days, when life was but a dream,

I saw the world through lenses tinted rose,

Each challenge seemed a fleeting, passing stream,

Innocence unburdened by life's throes.


With vision pure, I sought the distant hills,

Each morning held a promise, so serene,

As I ascended through the golden thrills,

The world transformed to vistas unforeseen.


But now, those glasses slowly slip away,

Revealing truths, I once chose to ignore,

The roses fade, and dawns turn into gray,

I long for what those glasses held before.


I thought the world a garden, ever bright,

Where every step would lead to love and grace,

Yet, now I see the shadows of the night,

The thorns that lie beneath a smiling face.


For in the valley, wisdom's river flows,

With currents deep, it teaches life's cruel cost,

The roses bear their sharpest thorns, I know,

And innocence, too soon, is truly lost.


The glasses fall, they shatter, one by one,

Revealing life, with all its blemished truth,

But in that shattering, a new day's sun,

A journey to the heart of wisdom's booth.



No longer wrapped in rose's sweet embrace,

I face the world with eyes wide open now,

I find my strength in every hard-earned grace,

And learn to find the beauty in each brow.


For rose-coloured glasses may have slipped away,

Yet in their place, a richer sight does rise,

With open eyes, I see the world today,

With clarity, I see its grandeur and its size.


The mists that cloaked my youth have cleared and gone,

The world is sharp, and so is my own soul,

In every challenge, I find I've grown,

With open eyes, I've learned to be more whole.


Though rose-coloured dreams have lost their sway,

The world's true beauty still does not wane,

In every sunset and in each new day,

A subtle magic, wisdom does retain.


No longer naive in life's sweet symphony,

But tuned to its complexities and song,

With eyes unveiled, I am finally free,

To wander the world where I truly belong.


Oh, rose-coloured glasses, I bid adieu,

Your shades of innocence, I shall not mourn,

For in the prism of adulthood's view,

A deeper understanding, I have borne.


In fading light, where youthful dreams depart,

I find a strength that I had not before,

With open eyes, I'll nurture every heart,

And see the world, as it was meant to explore.


By Srividhya Srinivasan



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Yedhu
Yedhu
Feb 10, 2024
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Shoba Srinivasan
Shoba Srinivasan
Feb 08, 2024
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Jason Walters
Jason Walters
Feb 04, 2024
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

The poet's vision of the naïveté of an adolescent mind that transitions to the unfiltered version of an adult's has been captured so beautifully!

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Jan 31, 2024
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