In the vicinity 
                                                      of the candy-coloured
                                             Lego houses of Simla, I stand
to 
                                  savour this scene. The
ingredients of the sky, 
                         cry, colours of clementine
rose, a cocktail of melancholy.
                                                         The air is giddy. 
                                              The petals of rose smudge the
                                      setting sun and its backdrop,
and I start to 
                              walk back in the dark along
The Ridge, in a hope to 
                        find another version of me,
an orange tinted version of me.
---Supriya Kaur Dhaliwal
Supriya Kaur Dhaliwal is twenty, and currently pursuing her Bachelor of Arts in English Literature from St. Bede's College, Shimla; and the author of two poetry anthologies: The Myriad and Musings of Miss Yellow. She has spent maximum of life so far in the lap of snow clad mountains and green arenas, and thus believes that it's the nature, the countryside that provides her the fodder for her pen and poems. She wants to spend her life writing and being a wayfarer. This poem was first published in Musings of Miss Yellow (Authorspress, New Delhi).
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